Super Bitch

I live in a pigsty I live in a junkyard We live here together And it's raining all the time I live in a pigsty I live in a junkyard i like in a together Super bitch The walls are pressing, the ceiling is low, We’re sinking deep to the underground show. Rusty metal and shattered glass, Waiting for this endless storm to pass. Rain washes down the broken storefront screens, Lost all alone in these junkyard scenes. I live in a pigsty I live in a junkyard We live here together And it's raining all the time I live in a pigsty I live in a junkyard i like in a together Super bitch You scream out loud, but the thunder hits high, Super bitch, look me straight in the eye. Drenched cardboard boxes and dolls torn apart, Our broken throne, a dysfunctional art. This heavy rain isn’t stopping today, Welcome to the junkyard, we're here to stay.