I need a pimp hat, shotgun shoes Half a decent mistress and a bed Well I need a pimp hat, shotgun shoes Half a decent mistress and a bed Don't need no telepathic power No, I don't need no razors in my head
She said you know I'm gonna leave here But you know I know I don't know when She said you know, you know I know I'm leaving But I really just don't know when Well I'll leave my message on the ceiling Don't give my regards to all them friends
Well I don't need you or your psychosis I can get to crazy by myself I don't need your point as though neurosis Your pathologic tumble into hell You can't disappoint me anymore Than you know you already done so well
Well I've been cold cocked torn to shreds Rolled into a mattress for your hunchback Well I've been cold cocked torn to shreds Rolled into a mattress for your irrelevant hunchback Well I've been to every pick up junction I swear on this day I won't go back
Well I've never claimed that I was honest But you can lie like Hitler with a conscience Well I've never said that I was honest But you can lie like Hitler with a conscience Well you must be dumb beyond belief If you believe that you can answer all my little questions
Well I could swear you stole my answers I saw you dripping blood outside my kitchen Well I can swear you stole my answers I saw you dripping blood outside my kitchen Well you were more than obviously guilty But me, I never had the balls to mention
Well you couldn't love me righteous if you tried Ah, but you can love me evil You know you couldn't love me righteous if you tried But you can love me evil But you'll never make me nervous like she did And you'll never take my cradle
Well in the year of the bitch you tore the tail off a witch While I was sleeping In the year of the bitch you tore the tail off a witch While I was sleeping There was no parent to mind Could hardly understand the company you were keeping
There'll be no snowfall in hell But then you know that so well You go there often There'll be no snowfall in hell But then you know that so well You go there often, don't ya? You tied the devil to a chair And you promised to bear all of his children Oh my, myTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
