The Plastics - Lovers

Scratching, clawing, violence is boring
Bleeding, crawling, no one saw it coming
Blood spilled. Tear filled. No one saw it coming
Who was first to lay hands on the other?
Children screaming for their mother. Poor lovers, forced lovers
Who was first to lay hands on the other?
Children screaming for their father. Poor lovers
Non of this is right
ScreAm and fight
Run and hide, run for your life

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