Bitch Went Nuts
The bitch went nuts.
She stabbed my basketball.
And the speakers to my stereo.
She called me 'cunt'
But nothing prepared me for
what I found when I came home.
Oh and I made my own bed. I lie in it.
You lie in yours. You lie, you lie, in yours.
But they want more, they're at my door with torches.
Please leave me alone, you know.
Just shut it. Just shut it. Just shut it.
The bitch went nuts.
She photoshopped my face
onto every boy who'd done her wrong.
And as she burned I telepathically into the brains of all her embittered rooms.
Oh, now, now they want more. They're at my door with torches.
Scores, and scores, and scores to settle with themselves.
You would have thought I'd scorned them all.
They've got a doll of me, they're burnin', they're burnin', they're burnin', they're burnin', they're burnin' their own memories.
Why do they all go?
Why do they all go?
The bitch went nuts, y'all.
But everyone said she might.
Holy fucking shit.
Seriously now.
Now they want more. They're at my door with torches.
Scores and scores.
You would have thought I'd scorned them all.
They've got a doll of me, they're burnin'.
Why do they all go?
She stabbed my basketball.
And the speakers to my stereo.
She called me 'cunt'
But nothing prepared me for
what I found when I came home.
Oh and I made my own bed. I lie in it.
You lie in yours. You lie, you lie, in yours.
But they want more, they're at my door with torches.
Please leave me alone, you know.
Just shut it. Just shut it. Just shut it.
The bitch went nuts.
She photoshopped my face
onto every boy who'd done her wrong.
And as she burned I telepathically into the brains of all her embittered rooms.
Oh, now, now they want more. They're at my door with torches.
Scores, and scores, and scores to settle with themselves.
You would have thought I'd scorned them all.
They've got a doll of me, they're burnin', they're burnin', they're burnin', they're burnin', they're burnin' their own memories.
Why do they all go?
Why do they all go?
The bitch went nuts, y'all.
But everyone said she might.
Holy fucking shit.
Seriously now.
Now they want more. They're at my door with torches.
Scores and scores.
You would have thought I'd scorned them all.
They've got a doll of me, they're burnin'.
Why do they all go?
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Writer(s): Benjamin Scott Folds
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