Trailbalze.

Verse 1

Scratched record on the spinning deck

Broken zipper at the back of my neck

Safety pins holding my heart together

Loudest storm in this nasty weather

Biting tongue till the copper flows

Striking poses in the thrift store clothes

Walking slow with a jagged edge

Pushing toes past the balcony ledge

Pre-Chorus

No manners

No rules

No silence

I make my own way

Chorus

This punk pussy got attitude

Bratty girl with the bark so rude

Lipstick smeared like a crimson stain

Singing loud through the pour of the rain

Got attitude

Real attitude

Verse 2

Ripped stockings on a Friday night

Shadows stretching in the yellow light

Street lamps humming a buzzing tune

Howling wild at the ivory moon

Leather tough like a winter hide

Never keeping all the fire inside

Heavy boots making gravel fly

Staring holes through a graying sky

Pre-Chorus

No manners

No rules

No silence

I make my own way

Chorus

This punk pussy got attitude

Bratty girl with the bark so rude

Lipstick smeared like a crimson stain

Singing loud through the pour of the rain

Got attitude

Real attitude

Bridge

Look at me

Don't look at me

Look at me

I'm the king of the dirt

I'm the queen of the noise

Ripping up all the shiny toys

Chorus

This punk pussy got attitude

Bratty girl with the bark so rude

Lipstick smeared like a crimson stain

Singing loud through the pour of the rain

Got attitude

Real attitude