Rifle Club

Small town bullies walking down the street

Painting dicks on cemetery walls

My shoes are dangling from a powerline

If I manage not to feel then I'll be fine

It's hard to grow a pair of breasts in this fucked up town

Full of marching bands and peeping toms

Sunset and a kiss behind a tree

Vodka breath and teenage treachery

It didn't break me that they called me names

But then you changed your mind and joined their games

While all I needed

Was a sister in arms

Sister in arms

Yes it was all I needed

To cope with all the harm

Bossed around as if I was a child

But lusted after, oh the bigotry

You and I we knew what we didn't need

And when you've left I faced them all alone

While all I needed

Was a sister in arms

Sister in arms

Yes it was all I needed

To cope with all the harm

Sister in arms

Yes it was all

Doesn't matter

Does it matter?

When will we all feel better

Doesn't matter

Does it matter?

When will we all feel better

When will we?

When will we?

When will we?

When will I?

To cope with all the harm

To cope with all the harm