Whether it came from your heart or your stomachnI'm not sure if this really is the pointn'Cause if you call me a slut to be smartnTo your friends who think they rule the joint ...nnAnd then you say that you didn't even mean itnAnd then you say that's the way your friends all talknYou can go tell them the sluts and the bitchesnAre the reason that they breathe and walknnShould I run after bullets?nShould I howl at the bark of the dog as he whines?nI just mightnnSo you got burned by a girl who was a tricksternNow every Sally to you's a rotten findnBetter go bang Mandy Jay with the peanut butter partsnSo you can taste her finennShould I run after bullets? nShould I howl at the bark of the dog as he whines?nI just mightnnCan I take one more?nNo, you can't takenWhen my fists are foolednAnd suffocatednSuffocatednSuffocatednSuffocatednSuffocatednEvery sick need for younnAnd if you say that you didn't even mean itnAnd if you that's the way your friends all talknYou can go tell them the sluts and the bitchesnAre the reason that they breathe and walknnYou can go tell them the sluts and the bitchesnAre the reason they're alive at all