Lipstick Stains
(guitar screeching)
I put my lipstick on your face
it's so hard to erase
a punk rocker with that grin
dirty nails and a bottle of gin
you married her and then got killed
you loved me more that's such a thrill
a punk rocker with that style
you're gonna go the extra mile
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why is she the reason you died
she butchered you there's nothing to hide
come on people go inside
don't you know it wasn't suicide
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Her lipstick stains got me cold
you should've done what I told
a punk rocker who let me in
come alive and do it again
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