Bellyache

Sittin' all alone
Mouth full of gum
In the driveway
My friends aren't far
In the back of my car
Lay their bodies
Where's my mind
Where's my mind
Where's my mind
Where's my mind
Maybe it's in the gutter
Where I left my lover
What an expensive fake
My V is for Vendetta
Thought that I'd feel better
But now I got a bellyache
Maybe it's in the–
Maybe it's in the gutter (the gutter)
Maybe it's in the–
Maybe it's in the gutter (the gutter)
They'll be here pretty soon
Lookin' through my room
For the money
I'm bitin' my nails
I'm too young to go to jail
It's kinda funny
I lost my mind
I don't mind
Where's my mind
Where's my mind
Maybe it's in the gutter
Where I left my lover
What an expensive fake
My V is for Vendetta
Thought that I'd feel better
But now I got a bellyache
Maybe 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 gutter
Where I left my lover
What an expensive fake
My V is for Vendetta
Thought that I'd feel better
But now I got a bellyache
Maybe it's in the–
Maybe it's in the gutter (the gutter)
Maybe it's in the
Maybe it's in the gutter (the gutter, the gutter)
Maybe it's in the gutter
Where I left my lover
What an expensive fake
My V is for Vendetta
Thought that I'd feel better
But now I got a bellyache