She buys her clothes at Wal-Mart… Drinks ten cups of coffee a day,
Never one to innovate, take the lead, or pave the way.
Content with her nothingness, and her total lack of fire,
She sits there day after day, as useless as a broken dryer.
I want to shake her, I want to make her… Ask her Why,
What the fuck is so important about nothing, that you are willing to let life pass by.
Will she ever wake up, come out of that place, will she ever get a life?
Was it love that killed her or just general hardships and strife?!
Maybe i’ll never know, maybe it’s not my place to wonder,
But I want to inject some life into this bitch and make her feel her thunder.