SF Clits

We are not the ones that are talked about

We've fallen out of the family tree

We're not the ones on the mantelpiece

'Cause we were burned in the fire place

We are the Fuck Offs, SF Clits

We are the Drop Deads, Eat My Shits

We are the Go To Hells

Piss right off - we're taking under

We are the Strap-Ons, SF Clits

We are the double-fist Piece Of Shits

We are the tear-loss(?) ....(?) my fuck/blood (???)

We're taking under - we're taking under

We're not the ones who get sympathy

We live in peripheral vision

We're not the ones on the milk carton

We got a resounding "good riddance"!

(chorus)

One, two, three, go!