So I ran faster but it caught me here

Yes my loyalties turned like my ankle in the seventh grade

Running after Billy

Running after the rain

 

These precious things

Let them bleed

Let them wash away

These precious things

Let them break their hold over me

 

Aaaaahhhhhh

 

He said you’re really an ugly girl but I like the way you play

And I died but I thanked him

Can you believe that sick, sick

Holding onto his picture

Dressing up every day

I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys

Those Christian boys

So you can make me come

That doesn’t make you Jesus

 

These precious things

Let them bleed

Let them wash away

These precious things

Let them break their hold over me

 

I remember yes

In my peach party dress

No one dared

No one cared to tell me where the pretty girls are

Those demi-Gods with their nine inch nails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl

 

These precious things

Let them bleed

Let them wash away

These precious things

Let them break

Let them wash away

These, these precious things

Let them bleed now

Let them wash away

These, these precious things

Let them break their hold over me

 

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

 

Precious, precious