Zwan
The Girl With The Sad Face
The girl with the sad face
By billy corgan

She was born with a sad face
Born with a foul taste
In her mouth
To everyone that she chased
She tried to set fire
To their house

She was known as a sad case
Held by a bad brace
To lurch
To stories that she told
She spoke as if she'd
Never hurt

Will I ever get out? (x4)

She was open to discourse
To help her divorce
The past
To draw on sympathies
Right to the sounds
Of her heart
'cause nobody knows her
But that didn't stop her
From trying
To fake her own death
What she probably meant
Was lost...
Will I ever get out? (x4)

It's the end of the story
I'm probably boring you
To tears
But I thought you should know
Just how she moves
These gills
She was born with a sad face
Born with a foul taste
To please
And oh, by the way
The girl in the story is me...

Will I ever get out? (x4)