كلمات Hemline

She''s the fiend stripping away the layers Of a skin that is dead You''re the rapist laying around just a pattern in a pool of red Threading her needle, tanning your hide You''re no longer just a waste of skin You''re face down on the ironing board When she puts the last stitches in Hemline!!!! She''s the butcher hacking away at your flesh And you''re still alive You''re the pedophile screaming for help But nobody can hear your cries Boiling your bones, frying your rind you''re no longer Just a waste of skin Your rump roast is on the butcher''s block when she Puts the last stitches in Hemline!!!! She''s wearing you well!!! You''re not a waste of skin!!!!! Hemline!!!!!!