Personal Graveyard - Killola

Three cheers for vanity

It’s a tasteful shame

Faces gloomy talking to me

Living in a horror movie

Oh, the price of fame

Twenty-one guns for sanity

Oh, how I miss you most (of all)

Good things that lifestyle brings

How could she complain?

All dressed up and if looks could kill you’d be a lonely girl

With a personal graveyard

But hey, oh no

Ain’t nobody got nothing on you Complicated, bent on revenge

You got a speed-dial spot

In the devil’s address book

But hey, oh no

Ain’t nobody got nothing on you

Bring on calamity

Chaos makes a house (a home)

Can’t very well un-bury

Memories you fail to carry

Show you wear good girls go

She wore her heart right on her sleeve Oh what did it get her?

They don’t respect her, no…

All good things that lifestyle brings

How could she complain?

How could she complain?

All dressed up and if looks could kill you’d be a lonely girl

With a personal graveyard

But hey, oh no

Ain’t nobody got nothing on you Complicated, bent on revenge

You got a speed-dial spot

In the devil’s address book

But hey, oh no

Ain’t nobody got nothing on you