Great. Pick a fight with a stranger. I’ve been saving up my acres. Stacking up like pennies in my pocket. Whistle like a runaway train and I lost it. Good girls die young. Don’t you know they got them? All lined up with names on the coffins. Mary Beth died with stars in her eyes. I’ve been running from a ghost all my life. Oh, I hear them crying. Crying. Good girls. Good girls. Broken.
KAYNAK
