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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Distillers
The Distillers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brody Armstrong
Brody Armstrong
Songwriter
Brody Dalle
Brody Dalle
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Distillers
The Distillers
Producer
Brett Gurewitz
Brett Gurewitz
Mixing Engineer
Dave Carlock
Dave Carlock
Engineer
Donnell Cameron
Donnell Cameron
Engineer

Lyrics

Murder, murder, a ripe blood stain
Pulled the fucking trigger 'cause I'm sick of it all
Murder, murder, a ripe fucking hate
Pulled the fucking trigger 'cause I'm sick of it all
I went to school today with an Uzi
There's this kid, he teased me, so I shot him in the face
All the world's light won't ease my pain
It won't cease, I'm diseased, will you hang me please?
I'm a nihilist, raised on violence
What do I do? I'm American youth
All my life I've lived in silence
I'm gonna snap, I'll get you back shit
I'm a girl, I'm only 13
My body rots 'cause I won't fucking eat
I'm a silent star on the b-roll
I'm a mirror fucking image of no control
Give me an award, I conquered food again
What else is better in life than to purge my pain?
If I cut, I won't look like that
If i cut, if I cut, I won't feel like this shit
We are kids, we think life is a scam
We come from a wasted land
We are kids, we play punk rock 'n' roll
If we didn't, we got no soul
We are different fucking kids with the same heartbeat
We got one pulse running through the streets
They are our arteries
We are different fucking kids with the same heartbeat
We got one pulse running through the streets
So I am a part of this
We are kids, we think life is a scam
We come from a wasted land
We are kids, we play punk rock 'n' roll
If we didn't, we got no soul
Written by: Brody Dalle
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