Little Fist

i've got lipstick on my front teeth

i'm full of pills but i don't feel good yet

tied up running out of good luck

eyeliner tears are running down my neck

make up, chewing gum and hair spray

i know tomorrow's gonna taste like this

wrap the world up in a suitcase

and there's a million wanna shake my fist

there's a world in front of me

i know tomorrow's gonna taste like cake

there's easy money for the freaks

a million friends that don't know what my name is

i could be flavor of the weekend

i smell like roses and i taste like cake

wake up sleeping on the pavement

everybody needs a friend down there

i don't really wanna leave

i know tomorrow's gonna taste like cake

there's easy money for the freaks

there's television on but who cares anyway?

there's a world in front of me

i know tomorrow's gonna taste like cake

there's easy money for the freaks

a million friends that don't know what my name is

i don't really wanna leave

i know tomorrow's gonna taste like cake

there's easy money for the freaks

there's television on but who cares anyway?