Wonderful nothing You just want something nice You just want substance I just wanna cut out both your eyes Wonderful nothing You just want something kind I want corruption I think I'm the devil in disguise Here's my state of mind Give me destruction Tell me I'm scrumptious I'm a fucking delight
I come back in with a one-two Sucker punch in the gut, here's a tissue Truth hurts when it points right at you Sit down now for some ground rules, thank you Don't talk, that's it, just one Do you think you can handle that much? I've just come back to life I'm here, I'm your little ray of sunshine
Your party's so damn tired Kinkiness pretty light and You're dressed up like a tiger But you're a fly stuck in my eye and
What's that face? Oh, you got some scrapes but I'll pile drive you anyway And I hoped and I prayed I kept on thinking that it'd all change one day Been a great gun fight You drew blood, I set myself on fire But you've had your time Oh, you've had your time, mm
Who ya talkin' to? What your daddy do? Oh, you poor boo-boo, he's a lizard too Hit the mini-mart, buy the bitter truth Get a few ball gags, they're on three for two Buy a better mood, buy a point of view Yours went off in June 1992 Get some attitude, get some nuance too Get me solitude and a good excuse When
I come back in with a one-two Sucker punch in the gut, here's a tissue Truth hurts when it points right at you Sit down now for some ground rules, thank you Don't talk, that's it, just one Do you think you can handle that much? I've just come back to life I'm here, I'm your little ray of sunshine
Wonderful nothing I just want something wrong I want indulgence I just wanna make it out alive Wonderful nothing I want you to bury me alive Put me in a dungeon I come back in with the one-two
I come back in with a one-two Sucker punch in the gut, here's a tissue Truth hurts when it points right at you Sit down now for some ground rules, thank you Don't talk, that's it, just one Do you think you can handle that much? I've just come back to life I'm here, I'm your little ray of sunshine
You got big ideas, they're as shit as you Tryna self-combust, just for an excuse Say I might throw up just to leave the room I'd say, "Burn in hell," but they'd hate you too In my mind, I'm annotating you What is that you're wearing? Oh, it's too much booze Did your mum tell you close it when you chew? Now scuttle home, go and lick your wounds I'm a fly inside of your facial goop I'm a little hair sat inside your soup There's the rub, maybe I'm the fool I'm tryna stop, but I still love youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
