Justine

Justine Was a girl of sixteen All she did was daydream Think about the next boy she would toy with She would skip class Faded jeans that hugged ass Gave the boys a quick flash When they gave her twenty Regal Reds Oh Mother Mary will you ever forgive her Cleanse her dirty hands from the shit she did stir Open up her eyes to the love she gave away It's too late It's too late now to right your wrongs Forget it 'Cos where you are is where you belong The clocks won't change When you're to blame Imprisoned in your mind like rooted regrets Ten years Giro spent on ten beers Chase away the days' fears Waiting for the men to come a knockin' With her cheap tricks Hoping for a quick fix Knock her down with one fist Empty eyes suburban wilderness Oh Mother Mary will you ever forgive her Cleanse her dirty hands from the shit she did stir Open up her eyes to the love she gave away It's too late It's too late now to right your wrongs Forget it 'cos where you are is where you belong The clocks won't change When you're to blame Imprisoned in your mind like rooted regrets It's too late It's too late now you had a choice Forget it You had your thoughts you had a voice You picked your path Now face your wrath Memories in your head are festering noise