POLLY GIVE ME MORE VIOLENCE

Hey Polly, Polly what you do to me
I feel the taste of blood
It’s in my throat and on my [bad word] from exploded heart
I see the shining in your eyes and glitter of the blade
Hey Polly, Polly what you do to me
My heart is in your hand

She said “Ups, take another cut”
And the blade is breaking the silence
Two more steps and she nailed me down
She’s a dove, she’s a fan of violence
I said “Ups, got another cut”
And the blade is breaking the silence
And her nails dug into my skin
She’s a dove, she’s a fan of violence

Hey Polly, Polly what you do to me
Stop bumming all around
Your [bad word] violence therapy
Is breaking all the bounds
You got no room, you got no bed
Ain’t got the couch no more
Because the whole [bad word] place
Is now a [bad word] zone of war

She said “Ups, take another cut”
And the blade is breaking the silence
Two more steps and she nailed me down
She’s a dove, she’s a fan of violence
I said “Ups, got another cut”
And the blade is breaking the silence
And her nails dug into my skin
She’s a dove, she’s a fan of violence

Scars and [bad word] on my body
Are the violence map to study [bad word] therapy disaster
She’s my savage queen