Every time I think
And I do get by
And I have all my friends
And I do get high
But every time, I can't deny
I'm already dead
and I already died
You think that it's soup
and that it's your friend
But it's already gone
and it's poop in the end
There is no where to go
and no way to win
Then you start to fantasize again
Mean Girls Give Pleasure
It's my greatest treasure
You can't really live
and you can't really sin
And all of your dreams
are probably pretend
And nothing makes sense
and it's over again
And you're already dead
and you're dying for sin
Too blind to see
and too weak to think
And the angel of death
is taking you for a walk
Nothing to say
but just small talk
And your head is in a block
Mean Girls Give Pleasure
It's my greatest treasure
You can't really love
and you can't really hate
And all of your problems
are probably fake
If she tastes just like
ice cream and cake
Then you know it's not too late
The more you live
and the less you know for
And love can wash up on the shore
And it dries your tears
after all these years
And being rich is better then being poor
Mean Girls Give Pleasure
It's my greatest treasure
