Thank God for Sluts

You're a fucking slut
Dirty little cunt
Such a stupid ho-whoa-whoa-whoa

You should keep your legs shut
You should go and cut yourself
You deserve to be alone

There's no need to be nervous
Touch my morning wood, whore
You're so goddamn worthless
A fuck is all you're good for
It's not just in your head
Keep 'em spread
They'll be happy when you're dead
Here's a bright idea instead

Why don't you kill yourself?
Kill yourself
Why don't you kill yourself?
Kill yourself

You're a fucking mess
Nothing but a skank
A disappointing lay-ay-ay

Just look at how you dress
What were you expecting
You're lucky to get raped

You must be really loose now
Don't want his sloppy seconds
You really have no use now
You should've learned your lesson
You're just a fucking whore
On all fours
Course they wanted more
Of course they wanted more

And you should kill yourself
Kill yourself
Go on and kill yourself
Kill yourself

Yeah, I'm a fucking slut
Bratty bitchy cunt
I've heard it all before-or-or

I would keep my legs shut
But I'm having too much fun
With your dad on your kitchen floor

You should be fucking nervous
Your words don't mean that much, see
I know my goddamn worth, yes
And you can't fucking touch me
I'm not your little ho
Are you slow?
Wouldn't sink that low
And just before I go

Why don't you kill yourself?
Or you could heal yourself
One of the two
You're fucking broken
Heal yourself
The walls have spoken

Thank god for sluts