Sitting in a death house and smiling with a leer Happy, I should say so, hiding every fear Asking you some questions, chance it is untrue Twisted, corrupted and shot blue
They don't love you, Larger Lout
All of your white lies they're all turning black Your liver's got a cancer, your heart's under attack And your brain so much at bay, they could build a port They filled you up with ignorance and the Daily Sport
And they don't love you, Larger Lout They don't love you, Larger Lout They don't love you, Larger Lout Larger LoutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
