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[Intro]
Were you pulling the iron down your hair
To look like the girls who had the boyfriends and the drugs?

[Verse 1]
On the weekend you sneak out to find a clearin’ far away
From the houses that are triple the size of yours
And the boys light the fire
Use spare wood and old newspaper
And I think one read a headline
About a blue jean president’s unrelenting war

[Verse 2]
One of them looks into the eyes of a shitty Miller Lite
And grazes a hand across her shoulders
And up to her neck and down to her thigh
And you wanna die

[Verse 3]
So you draw up a plan you will never enact
As the boys chug their beers and peak down your chest
You sneak out to find a clearing far away from your house
Build a fire the size of it

[Verse 4]
And the boys get their third degree
Collegiate burned out frat house schemes
And you read the headlines, imaginary
“Boys Killed Out of Jealousy!”

[Bridge]
You wanna die
You wanna die
You wanna die
You wanna die
You wanna die
You wanna die
You wanna die