Breaks her vows and keeps the ring

Buys a car and steals a gun and tries to run

Stares ahead and drives the night and when she’s run the county line she looks behind

With angry eyes


Your bloodless hands, your stupid friends, your vicious lies

I’ll give you something to cry about


I am more than pussy face

I am more than pretty thighs wrapped up in lace

And I want more than broken dreams

I was always more than I seemed and

I’ll give you something to cry about


I want a child I want to play

Like children do

I want much more than I could

Ever have with you

I’ll give you something to cry about


Breaks her vows and keeps the ring

Buys a car and steals a gun and tries to run