Lyrics
So I ran faster, but it caught me here
Yes, my loyalties turned like my ankle in the seventh grade
Running after Billy, running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold on me
Ahh
He said, "You're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play"
And I died
But I thanked him, can you believe that?
Sick, sick
Holding on to his picture, dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me come, that doesn't make you Jesus!
These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold on me
Ahh
I remember, yes
In my peach party dress
No one dared, no one cared to tell me
Where the pretty girls are, those demigods
With their nine inch nails
And little fascist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl
These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break, let them wash away
These, these precious things
Let them bleed now, let them wash away
These, these precious things
Let them break their hold on me
Ahh
Precious, precious
