You're so pretty when you lie
Lovesongs always make me cry
I don't think you have a choice
There's no [bad word] left in your voice
Remember when we used to laugh
Just try to forget all that
Where my heart upon your lips
I HOPE IT TASTES JUST LIKE [bad word] 

Just call me
MISS ANN THROPE
Just call me
MISS ANN THROPE

You're so pretty when you die
Lovesongs always make me cry
I don't think you realize
There's no blue left in your eyes
Remember when we used to sing
Just try to forget those things
Fill your hole inside with dirt
I hope that it [bad word] HURTS

Just call me
MISS ANN THROPE
Just call me
MISS ANN THROPE
Just call me
MISS ANN THROPE
Just call me
MISS ANN THROPE

You have left a trail of deceit
Assault and flattery
Blasting through my wounds
Inprisoned me
In god and poetry
ritual to mend my angry heart
bredding ground for your [bad word] 
If god created man in his own image
THEN [bad word] YOU

ASHES TO ASHES
DUST TO DUST
MY HATE FOR YOU
DEFINES MY LUST
BRIDGES TO BRIDGES
YOU'RE NOTHING TO ME
 [bad word] WORLD
MISS ANN THROPE

ASHES TO ASHES
DUST TO DUST
MY HATE FOR YOU
DEFINES MY LUST
BRIDGES TO BRIDGES
YOU'RE NOTHING TO ME
 [bad word] WORLD
MISS ANN THROPE

 [bad word]  [bad word] 
MISS ANN THROPE
 [bad word]  [bad word] 
MISS
ANN
THROPE