Child Bride
Lyrics Cymbals Eat Guitars

Written by: Joseph P. D'Agostino

Produced by: John Agnello

Child bride
You were my best friend
'Til your dad slapped the living sh*t out of you
In front of me
And I could see
You leave your body
And I knew we were through

Well you let me keep your Dreamcast
When she picked up and moved you south
You didn't say
And I went one day to call on you
And found an empty house
Of the liquor store
The b*tch took you away

Some years later I played in Orlando
You came out and your hair was box dye black
You told me all about your new girlfriend
How she turned you on to crack
I said man I can't
My heart would
My heart would explode

Slow the years down
Lose your twenties
Loaded all the time


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