[Intro]
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
(Oh shit, I forgot what-)
(What are the words?)
[Chorus]
I was made for the war, fix eternal scars
But here I am, rockin' with my flimsy camisole
I imagine he's torn, his head to the floor
At least he realized I am just the piece of shit I was before-ore
I was before-ore, I was before-ore (Hey, ha, ha, ha, ha)
[Verse 1]
I'm a sucker for a bag, I'm fiddlin' with the ends of our toys (Ah, ah, I would be, ah, ah)
'Cause with my in touch feeling crumpled, had to go get me an ironing board (Ah, ah, oh, before)
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm always told, "Don't worry, maybe all your dreams will comе true"
Everyone's livin' in thе past, you're in 3002
But there's a girl right down the corner, in a sweat
She's got the TV goin' on (Oh, oh, before, oh, oh)
What you do to me? Do to me? Do to me? Oh, baby, so wrong
[Chorus]
I was made for the war (The war), fix eternal scars (Eternal)
But here I am, rockin' with my flimsy camisole
I imagine he's torn (He's torn), his head to the floor
At least he realized I am just the piece of shit I was before-ore
I was before-ore, I was before-ore
I am just the piece of shit I was before-ore (Ooh, ooh)
I was before-ore, I was before-ore
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
(Oh shit, I forgot what-)
(What are the words?)
[Chorus]
I was made for the war, fix eternal scars
But here I am, rockin' with my flimsy camisole
I imagine he's torn, his head to the floor
At least he realized I am just the piece of shit I was before-ore
I was before-ore, I was before-ore (Hey, ha, ha, ha, ha)
[Verse 1]
I'm a sucker for a bag, I'm fiddlin' with the ends of our toys (Ah, ah, I would be, ah, ah)
'Cause with my in touch feeling crumpled, had to go get me an ironing board (Ah, ah, oh, before)
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm always told, "Don't worry, maybe all your dreams will comе true"
Everyone's livin' in thе past, you're in 3002
But there's a girl right down the corner, in a sweat
She's got the TV goin' on (Oh, oh, before, oh, oh)
What you do to me? Do to me? Do to me? Oh, baby, so wrong
[Chorus]
I was made for the war (The war), fix eternal scars (Eternal)
But here I am, rockin' with my flimsy camisole
I imagine he's torn (He's torn), his head to the floor
At least he realized I am just the piece of shit I was before-ore
I was before-ore, I was before-ore
I am just the piece of shit I was before-ore (Ooh, ooh)
I was before-ore, I was before-ore
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