Supercruel
One, two, three, four
Breathin' hard when you swim in the mirror
Breathin' hard like a rich girl should
Come alive in the back of my trailer
Come alive when you're carvin' my wood
Supercruel hot shit baby
You've never been treated right
Supercruel, TV's garbage
Shut your eyes real tight
Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
And drink from the specimen in my cup
Such a strain when you live on a dead star
Such a bummer when your money is dry
Plug yourself on the hammer of God now
We all love it when you shiver and die
How were you to know
That the sun would come out at midnight baby
That the reds would turn out to be speed
How were you to know that I'd be supercruel
Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
And drink from the specimen in my cup
Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
Drink from the specimen in my cup
Supercruel [Incomprehensible] baby
You've never been treated well
Supercruel, TV's garbage
[Incomprehensible] hell
Supercruel hot shit baby
You've never been treated right
Supercruel, TV's garbage
Shut your eyes real tight
Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
And drink from the specimen in my cup
Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
And drink from the specimen in my cup
Breathin' hard when you swim in the mirror
Breathin' hard like a rich girl should
Come alive in the back of my trailer
Come alive when you're carvin' my wood
Supercruel hot shit baby
You've never been treated right
Supercruel, TV's garbage
Shut your eyes real tight
Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
And drink from the specimen in my cup
Such a strain when you live on a dead star
Such a bummer when your money is dry
Plug yourself on the hammer of God now
We all love it when you shiver and die
How were you to know
That the sun would come out at midnight baby
That the reds would turn out to be speed
How were you to know that I'd be supercruel
Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
And drink from the specimen in my cup
Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
Drink from the specimen in my cup
Supercruel [Incomprehensible] baby
You've never been treated well
Supercruel, TV's garbage
[Incomprehensible] hell
Supercruel hot shit baby
You've never been treated right
Supercruel, TV's garbage
Shut your eyes real tight
Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
And drink from the specimen in my cup
Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
And drink from the specimen in my cup
Credits
Writer(s): David Wyndorf
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