You're the Jesus of nowhere Mistaken grandeur A fuckin' twat that stabbed my back and screwed me over Do us a favour and disappear You think you walk on water but it's piss all over your shoes See you next Tuesday, I'm on a rampage A hungry hypocrite that played me like a board game Liar, liar, you're on fire, roll you up and make me higher I'm broken, blue and bruised 'cause I'm waking from the nightmares of you (You know how the story goes, true colours they always show)
Always said that you'd die for me But I won't lose sleep over your dead body Drag me out of my misery But I won't lose sleep over your dead body Dead, dead! Dead, dead! Over your dead body Dead, dead! Dead, dead! Over your dead body
What a cheapskate using your mates Does acting like a fake not hurt Your conscience like a toothache I guess you don't care, a living nightmare You think in Piccadilly's gutter, you'll find fountains of youth? Unholy, you're problematic, all this shit, so operatic Oh no, this might be overdramatic but I think that I've had it So it's time to go manic 'cause you
Always said that you'd die for me But I won't lose sleep over your dead body Drag me out of my misery But I won't lose sleep over your dead body Dead, dead! Dead, dead! Over your dead body Dead, dead! Dead, dead! Over your dead body!
You're the messiah of lies! Read from the bible of the anti-christ! Dead-dead, dead-dead, dead-dead I know you're better off Dead-dead, dead-dead, dead-dead I know you're better off dead
Always said that you'd die for me But I won't lose sleep over your dead body Drag me out of your misery But I won't lose sleep over your dead body Dead, dead! Dead, dead! Over your dead body Dead, dead! Dead, dead! Over your dead bodyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
