Fake Queen

This dress used to be white You have nothing but it on You're dancing on the bar Glass is all over the floor Whiskey's running down your legs Shoulders feel cold a little All girls thrown up You gonna cripple Your boyfriend hitting your girlfriend Soon you will have sex, On your fingers needled "love" And the name of your ex Your B-52 shots are filled When you sit on your throne The Hell begins! When you sit on your throne, You are my queen Trash queen, queen of fake Queen of dirty local discotheque Match in alcohol, and the fire flow down Your ears bleed, but the beat goes on The queen gives this ball, on the knees! Horses are ridden to death by this miss Everything that's around you Let it be burned down Everything around you Dirt! Lie! Go and set it in fire It feels better than sex, just try Everything that's around you Let it be burned down Everything around you