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Breakfast at Tisiphone’s - Lesbian Bed Death
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Breakfast at Tisiphone’s Lesbian Bed Death

Breakfast at Tisiphone’s - Lesbian Bed Death
[Verse 1]
Here you come with your poison pen
And your forked tongue diggin' your own grave again
Fire your tiny arrows into this inferno
Fuck you, bitch! Let's go!

[Chorus]
Whoa-oh-oh Baby
I've put a curse on you
To the Gods of Death
I have offered you
Whoa-oh-oh Baby
I've put a curse on you
To the Gods of Death
I have offered you

[Verse 2]
Always out to milk that sympathy
How about breakfast at Tisiphone’s?
Revenge, a dish best served cold
Like my jokes, you won't get old
My inner-beast has come out of stasis
To wipe that smile off both of your faces
And crush your bones into the dirt
Darling, it's gonna hurt
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