Sore Thumb

I don't know why the site isn't processing the spaces between some verses, it might just be like this on mobile

Think the glass bones are built in

To mobs who run the bubble

And spit on thicker skin

How f*****g pathetic

A walking cosmetic

But she doesn’t eat cow

Because she feels for something now

She feels for something now

She feels for something now

In the backseat of her car

She breeds her half-wit rats

To open her pickle jars

The living synthetic

Thinks she’s so poetic

They live and die in the breadline

Just so content to confine

They live to confine

They live to confine

You callous b***h (*3)

I’d love to be around

When they taste the ground

So afraid to be alone

And apart from the clones

I say boo f*****g hoo

Go and choke on the glue

You used to seal the pack

Where no one’s got your back

Alone, afraid, don’t deserve a crumb

Now you know what it’s like, what it’s like

To wear the image of a sore thumb

Hurt, numb, sore thumb (*2)

The mob is protection

To s**t on outsiders

Who flee from infection

The weak attendants

Think they’re independent

Don’t venture farther than short grass

“Rebellious,” my a*s

Rebel, my a*s

Rebel, my a*s

Where’s all the loyalty

No love, no promises

All they want is royalty

So they break the backs

Of all their fellow rats

And somehow the bond turns feeble

When faced with a needle

Faced with the needle

Faced with a needle

You callous b***h (*3)

Chorus *1  

Sore thumb

Hurt, numb 

(*4)

You callous b***h (*6)