I was, um… pushed into the blocky altar And also forced to cut… This child that I'd just given birth to And, then, um, eat up its arm Evil makes me feel alive
(I was, um… pushed into the blocky altar) Got a problem with my cookie cutter life? (And also forced to cut…) I'll put you back in your place! (This child that I'd just given birth to) And if you're lookin' at my cookie cutter wife I'll kick the smile off your face! (And, then, um, eat up its arm) My only daughter is an honor roll student And a goalie on the soccer ball team I know it sounds a little boring at the moment But we ain't exactly what we seem
I got a woman with thirty-two teeth And a daughter, and a picket fence And in the garage, sits a little sedan And a minivan with just a couple of dents All for a limited time, it isn't dandy and fine because of my ignorance Whoa-oh, right now it seems to me My greatest enemy is common sense
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(Oh) Step up, you think you can handle it? (Oh) Back off, don't make no demands of me Right now, I'm sick of it all And I think I might snap with my back to the wall, so c'mon
The only problem with my cookie cutter life? It's on me that everybody depends I always gotta take my cookie cutter knife And cut myself apart to meet those ends And every time I try to it my family down just to talk to me They never do I heard it's the only way to really get to know them Now I know it's true
I finally got a realization of where all of my money goes To my cars, my house, and to bars My wife's ass, and up my daughter's nose Told my shrink what I think about it all And he said that that's the way that it goes Whoa-oh, right now It doesn't comfort me to hear this is the life I chose
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(Oh) Step up, you think you can handle it? (Oh) Back off, don't make no demands of me Right now, I'm sick of it all And I think I might snap with my back to the wall, so c'mon (Oh) Step up, you think you can handle it? (Oh) Back off, don't make no demands of me Right now, I'm sick of it all And I think I might snap with my back to the wall, so f**k off
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(Oh) Step up, you think you can handle it? (Oh) Back off, don't make no demands of me Right now, I'm sick of it all And I think I might snap with my back to the wall, so c'mon (Oh) Step up, you think you can handle it? (Oh) Back off, don't make no demands of me Right now, I'm sick of it all And I think I might snap with my back to the wall, so f**k offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
