- cross-posted to:
- musique@jlai.lu
- cross-posted to:
- musique@jlai.lu
Was just thinking of this song as I was listening to Papa Roach on a plane.
I love that this is labelled as the squeaky clean version. A song about cutting arms, bleeding out, committing suicide, but it’s “squeaky clean” because they blanked out the word “fuck”.
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Cut my life into pizzas, this is my plastic fork
Pepperoni, four cheeses, don’t give a fuck if I burn my mouth eating
