I've been drinking strychnine and I've dined on plastic combs Celebrities removed my teeth and made me clean their homes I've seen operations that would chill you to the bones I've been charged with homicide for killing garden gnomes
Lethal spirochaetes of poison rifle through my blood Little bombs of toxin are exploding in my gut A girl without an umbrella relaxes in the rain She smiled and then she broke my legs I'll never walk again
CHORUS I gotta get over it and move on Get over it and move on I gotta get over it and move on Get over it and move on
move on move on
The police hauled me downtown the barber shaved me bald I woke up in a cardboard box wet and freezing cold The hound dogs ate my leftovers and my penicillin mould Now I keep my mouth shut and do just what I'm told
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Authorities removed my carpets and repossessed my bed Then the milkman stripped my roof of every ounce of lead The pop machine has new agendas now Gangsta's girls and jerks They call it entertainment. That's the way it works
CHORUSTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
