Stories & Gods

Stories & Gods Labelled Dead Verse Pain in her head Builds like the pills in the belly of an unhappy teen Well is she dead Sprawled on the floor with a cigarette between her teeth An unhappy mother to be Is a dead one An unhappy baby to be is a dead one Chorus But why It doesn’t have to be this way Your stories and your gods keep putting them in their graves F*ck you Verse When a man fucks a man Well some call it love but the god above had a different plan Well she loved her But now she ain’t breathing ‘cause she’s hanging from the ceiling how absurd An unhappy husband to be is a dead one An unhappy wife to be is a dead one Chorus But why It doesn’t have to be this way Your stories and your gods keep putting them in their graves F*ck you Verse Well ain’t he strange Saw pictures on the internet of him in undergarments of the other sex Now he’s made you late Jumped on the rails of the underground to seal his fate Chorus But why It doesn’t have to be this way Your stories and your gods keep putting them in their graves Why Why Why Why It doesn’t have to be this way Your stories and your gods keep putting them in their graves Why It doesn’t have to be this way Your stories and your gods Stories and your gods Stories and your gods YEAH!