ترانه:
Courtney Love America S Sweetheart

you are still tied to the bed When's he gonna come? When's he gonna spring? When's he gonna crawl out in public? When's he gonna come, screaming bombs away When's

's coming, no one's coming No one's coming, no one's coming for you (Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello) My dress is on fire (Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello) Let's

that stain under your skin Can't wash it out 'Coz I'd wash it in All my love's in vain All my love's in blood All my love's in vain I cannot find a vein

jerking off in your bed? It?s not punk, it?s not cool It?s not even boring And it?s not Eminem who?s gonna save me It?s a real life they tried to steal

, you, you do anything Gimme white boys skinny Gimme big black men Gimme ice cream on my birthday Oh, gimme that again Gimme love, love, love Oh, give

think that it's so punk What's with the Zeplin song Sometimes I gotta ride Sometimes I gotta hide Sometimes I press rewind I gotta throw the trash out He's

did this, what a punk You would never sell out Just like i did in playboy That was all, it didn't count Love the way your mouth fits mine 1-800, he's

thats left is your vail and the breath i got Yeah I won't share in your misery cos your phonecalls gone And noone's coming Noone's coming Noone's coming Noone's

us to love A hook is never gonna come Just give it back to me Blow out all of the lights tonight Two million miles down the PCH (and now he's gone