The Cursed - Best Of The Worst

Call out the militia, before we all die
Never quite miss her, until she blackened my eye
Ain't seen her since Monday, she was walking with a cop
She prays on Sunday, she never stop-stop
She's the best of the worst I had

Call off the monkeys, before we all fry
No rest for the junkies until they get it inside
Ain't talked since she got back ain't nothing she don't know
Her train needs a new track, she always go-go
She's the best of the worst I had

Give us some love make it all right
Give us some glove give us some light
Give us a smile don't you look sad
Give us some heat you're the best I have had
She's the best, of the worst I had