Lyrics Marry. Fuck. Kill. - The Bombpops

Marry. Fuck. Kill.

She pushed him down just to watch him fall
He’s got no choice, she’s got him pinned against the wall
Call it etiquette or call it tact
A courtesy call, stab in the back
Captain commander of this lonely boy’s beating heart
Take the wheel and lose control
Wrong way down a one way street
You’re in the back seat and she’s got lead feet
Sour lips, bitter taste
Sinking sensation you can’t shake
It’s too late, no goodbye
So long and thanks for the ride
She’s got him spun in a web of lies
On her wall hangs boys like flies
She’s got victims and trophy thrills
Not to mention — looks that kill
Short skirt, tight shirt
The wire’s tapped
He fell face first into her trap
This is the end, my friend
This is the mess you got yourself in
Sour lips, bitter taste
Sinking sensation you can’t shake
Too late, no goodbye
So long and thanks for the ride
So close yet so far
You tried, but still no cigar
So close yet so far
You tried, but still no cigar
Who’d have thought that it would come to this?
The last glimpse of your baby blowing you a kiss
In the rear view mirror…
Caution: things aren’t as close as they appear
As they appear
Caution: things aren’t as close as they appear!