paroles de chanson Spitfire - Pyrophoria
The
Damsel
in
Protest
picks
a
bone
You
were
the
first
to
throw
a
stone
You
shall
be
called
stupidity
prone
You
were
in
a
glass
house
when
it
was
thrown
Godspeed
the
shattering
of
your
home
My
dear,
there's
no
need
to
atone
To
me
your
fate
is
already
known
Kerosene
Queen
laughs
from
her
throne
Never
point
a
gun
at
the
jail-breaker
You've
met
your
match,
now
meet
your
maker
If
anything,
I
am
damned
to
dissent
Rise
up
ladies,
we
have
a
real
gent
The
golden
rule
mustn't
have
been
your
intent
Right
back
at
you
Mr.
fucking
hell-bent
Much
obliged
for
the
knife
you
sent
The
jugular
is
where
mine
went
Taking
the
gloves
off
was
time
well
spent
I
have
nothing
to
lose,
so
take
the
hint
Never
point
a
gun
at
the
jail-breaker
You've
met
your
match,
now
meet
your
maker
1 Kick-Ass
2 Snake Charmer
3 Spitfire
4 Fated
5 Little Red
6 The Wicked
7 MAGA
8 Prim and Proper
9 Strait-Laced
10 Ladylike
11 Bitch
12 Bootstrap
13 Rain or Shine
14 Hellcat
15 In Protest
16 Last-Ditch
17 Toodles
18 Rain Dance
19 Glass Ceiling
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