Letra da Música: They Suck - The Geraldine Fibbers

The tilting wall, the dreary marsh,
The dirty stream where you wash.
The little hands, the piercing eyes,
The tired teeth, still they cut.

They suck and they suck,
But the milk don't come.
Make a wish,
One last kiss,
Load the gun...
And shoot it.

They suck and they suck,
But the milk don't come.
Make a wish,
One last kiss,
Load the gun...

Permanent night comes crashin' down.
Darkest night makes a puddle round your head.
I wanna be buried in Tombstone, Arizona,
Just a mile west, as the crow flies on the six-sixty-six.

They suck and they suck,
But the milk don't come.
Make a wish,
One last kiss,
Load the gun...
And shoot it.

They suck and they suck,
But the milk don't come.
Make a wish,
One last kiss,
Load the gun...

Make a wish,
One last kiss,
Load the gun...