Hollin' Ass
By Neseblod •
She’s a blonde version of the Chesire cat
With a heart as black as the most devilish bat
With a laughter insane as the Queen herself
I must doubt her mental health
Girl in the daytime, raven at night
She shall surely avoid the light
The glue that kept her heart together
Has rot away like cracked leather
The war around has ceased a storm
The storm inside her head
But what helps that when Grandpa waits
With monsters under bed?
The moon it beams through broken glass
The windows of her soul
Her life is truly hollin’ ass
This Princess of Punkrock’n’Roll