Song Lyric
I got this feeling that I'm never alone
I try to shake it but I just can't shake it, baby
The bastards over me, and what do I do?
I got a breaking point like me and you
I got a sawed-off shotgun, switchblades and knives
I got a basement full of two years' supplies
I got nine ex-girlfriends with blood in their eyes
Tearing me apart with their ridiculous lies
Now be a good girl, good girl
Take another picture of me
Wanna be a good girl, good girl?
Take another picture of me
I bet you come from sorta upstanding kin
Shitloads of money buy your tonic and gin
I come from alleyways and violence and sin
I scrape my dinner from aluminum tins
I got whole lotta secrets, some of them found
They'll have another story for the next time around
Cuz now I'm looking for some sort of fame
You're working for me like a 9 to 5 slave
Now be a good girl, good girl
Take another picture of me
Wanna be a good girl, good girl?
Take another picture of me
I don't know why she's like that
I don't know where she lives
I don't know, what's my best side?
I don't know what she is
