Jane Air - Fake Queen
текст песни

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