R. I. P — текст песни (bikini kill)

I cant say everything about it

In just one single song

I cant put how I feel in a package

And sell it back to everyone

But wait

Theres another boy genius whose fucking gone

I hope the food tastes better in heaven

I know theres lots of rad queer boys up there

I hope everytime they talk to you

They know that theyre lucky to be your friend

Cuz look

Theres another boy genius whose fucking gone

And I wouldnt be so fucking mad so fucking

Pissed off if it wasnt so fucking wrong

Its all fucking wrong

Its not fair- its not fair

Its not fair

But no one said life was easy

Yeah, but no one said-on one said

Nothings supposed to happen, right?

No, no one told me anything

To prepare me for fucking this

Theres another boy genius whose fucking gone

Dont tell me it dont matter

Dont tell me it dont matter

Dont tell me Ive had three days to get over it

It wont go away

It just wont go away