Uncertainty is the bitterest pill to swallow Better get you some pain meds at least The betting man knows where the house is, it seems Pascal would like to raise you Still you play your hand and expect us to follow Sure the payout seems nice But we just want to come on ye faithful
It's not that we think you drank the Kool-Aid It's more that we wish you had It's more we wish you had
Watched you expire A cosmic hiccup, hiccup Asphyxiate the willing Regurgitated Each stone you threw up, pick up Foolish complicity
Let the BSD lift the lid, put the bun in the oven This obsession with hymens is so poorly hiding the high, tiny horses that Mary's not riding (We need some male enhancement) So you see that your prophecy foretells of misogyny and sails you Up a river of bullshit And somehow you are just not smelling it
It's not that we think you drank the Kool-Aid It's more that we wish that you had
It's not that we drank the Kool-Aid So get up off your knees, and do anything Just be free You'll find your own way out You'll find your own way It's not that we drank the Kool-Aid So get up off your knees and do anything Just be free You'll find your own way out You'll find your own way outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
