She roams the city streets
Every day and night
She starts a fantasy
Never seeming like an alibi

She was bringing me down
Running around
Trying to find another man with the same addiction
She won't care about the way he's feeling
Or when he leaves her

Thunderbuns Malone
Is a broken woman, without a home
Living out of a hotel room
The perfect weapon is on the loose

Forever infesting
Her body with lies
Her business is pleasure
And she'll rarely ever stay the night

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Fucking living the scene
Every one was overload
Home for a disease
Suffering as she goes

She roams the city streets
Every day and night
But in the end
She started feeling like an alibi

Thousands of people will writhe in her doom
While the mask it provides, shovels sand on her womb
And we're
Increasing violence
As improper pulls
From the soul bearing woman
With nothing to show

And I, understand
Why life has passed her over

Beauty will offer her something to gain
But it's ruined before she can see through the pain
And we're
Lying and cheating
To get what we want
When it's all said and done
There's no reason to stop

And I, understand
Why life has passed her over