Bad Cop Bad Cop - Victoria

This is the Story of Victoria
Just like a mourning dove
And there's no glory in Dysphoria
Victoria

She couldn't cope and got a rope and she had lost all hope
And didn't know what else to do
She wrote a note, an anecdote of her troubles and woes
And left it in plain view

When her father arrived letter in hand he cried
Ran out the house to find
His little girl took her life

This is the Story of Victoria
Just like a mourning dove (just like a mourning dove)
There's no glory in Dysphoria
Victoria (Victoria)

At thirteen she was unseen by her whole family
Feeling discarded and ignored
She made a plan and diagram, that's how she would be damned
If she had taken any more

She cannot condone living a life disowned and constantly alone
Leaving pain and strife's retribution like she did it out of spite
The little girl took her life

This is the Story of Victoria
Just like a mourning dove (yeah)
There's no glory in Dysphoria
Victoria

This is the Story of Victoria
Just like a mourning dove (just like a mourning dove)
And there's no glory in Dysphoria
Victoria

Like a mourning dove (Dystoria)
Like a mourning dove (Dystoria)
Like a mourning dove (Dystoria)
Victoria