You're a dead, rotten, worm-ridden, sweat-dripping bloodsucker The father of all motherfuckers You're a dead, rotten, worm-ridden, sweat-dripping bloodsucker The father of all motherfuckers
You're a closed-up, bought-up public space I can see the mould behind your face You are toxic waste They tried to bury you in the desert but they failed Let me be your coffin nail Let me be your coffin nail And herе's exactly how little you know: You think you are invinciblе We've been hanging on to the last straw You play with the lighter to ignite us all Just because we hung up on the last phone call And we ain't gonna pick you up when you fall And you fall And you fall And you fall
You're a dead, rotten, worm-ridden, sweat-dripping bloodsucker The mother of all motherfuckers You're a dead, rotten, worm-ridden, sweat-dripping bloodsucker The father of all fuckers
You could have been a great man But damn, man, you blew it You're a party balloon and we all got needles, screw it You're the biggest, boldest lie a guy's ever told me You straw-haired, blue-eyed cardboard cutout with cold feet Always cold feet
The only reason you're flying high is Because sacks of hot air always rise The only reason you're floating high is Because sacks of hot air always rise The only reason you're flying high is Because sacks of hot air always rise The only reason you're floating high is... You're a dead, rotten, worm-ridden, sweat-dripping bloodsucker The father of all motherfuckers You're a dead, rotten, worm-ridden, sweat-dripping bloodsucker The mother of all motherfuckers
You will be nameless and forgotten You will be absolutely nothing You will be nameless and forgotten You will be absolutely nothingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
