LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBellyache (Marian Hill Remix)
Sittin' all aloneMouth full of gumIn the drivewayMy friends aren't farIn the back of my carLay their bodiesWhere's my mind?Where's my mind?Where's my mind?Where's my mind?Maybe it's in the gutterWhere I left my loverWhat an expensive fakeMy V is for VendettaThought that I'd feel betterBut now I got a bellyacheMaybe it's in theMaybe it's in the gutter (the gutter)Maybe it's in theMaybe it's in the gutter (the gutter)They'll be here pretty soonLookin' through my roomFor the moneyI'm bitin' my nailsI'm too young to go to jailIt's kinda funnyI lost my mindI don't mindWhere's my mind?Where's my mind?Maybe it's in the gutterWhere I left my loverWhat an expensive fakeMy V is for VendettaThought that I'd feel betterBut now I got a bellyacheMaybe it's in the- (and now I got a-)Maybe it's in the gutter (the gutter)Maybe it's in the- (and now I got a-)Maybe it's in the gutter (the gutter)Maybe it's in the gutterWhere I left my loverWhat an expensive fakeMy V is for VendettaThought that I'd feel betterBut now I got a bellyacheMaybe it's in theMaybe it's in the gutter (the gutter)Maybe it's in theMaybe it's in the gutter (the gutter, the gutter)Maybe it's in the gutterWhere I left my loverWhat an expensive fakeMy V is for VendettaThought that I'd feel betterBut now I got a bellyache
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