i want to see the world through eyes of misfit girls our skirts were clattered with cigarette burns our mommies tortured us with rotten tourniquets a needle in a haystack boy we ve got the life rasputin had a dream of mixing sin with mead arsenic wine and poison cakes wont kill them off i guess god had enough he called rasputins bluff threw him down under the ice to think a bit i want you to notice we dug our own graves for the good of mankind our souls be saved i want experience with living on the streets a puddle bed a box of holes will do come on scrape me up lets go out lets get drunk grab my hair and toss me in the liquor store a faithful pestilence a dysentery residence a place where i can call home sweet home our future looks quite bleak even the rats at our feet are weak and all i want to do is sing this tune i want you to notice we dug our own graves for the good of mankind our souls be saved la la la la la la la la la hey hey 