Till It Stings

I don't need to be reasonable
I may look sweet but then that's just seasonal
My job makes me sick, it's really killing
Who could be so young and still do willing
A quick shot is the fastest, way to come alive
The first hit is the hardest, so give me four or five

Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings
Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings
Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings
Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings

I feel quite alright when I've been drinking, yeah
My body rules my head and I stop thinking
I hang around where the nice boys go
Fat men, thin men, I let them know
I don't have to be polite
Smash my head against the torrid night

Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings
Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings
Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings
Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings

Is this where it is, where the kids all go?
Is this all there is, then I don't wanna know
I don't care myself how people see me
When they're on the shelf, will they wish they'd been me?
I don't want to join their club
I don't need to pay their subs
See them dying, through their days
Choke-a-choke-a-choking on the things they say

Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings
Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings
Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings
Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings
Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings
Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings
Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings
Till it sting, till it sting, till it st-st-st-stings



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Writer(s): Frances Peter Sutton
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