Birds of a feather might fuck together Stuck in the nest As they talk about the weather Lust turned to dust On a date made of hate A perfect storm is born to irritate
You make me go Round baby round 6 feet under ground
A one bedroom coffin made of your design
If i don't find someone else I might be living on a landmine I might be living on a landmine
If ya don't find someone else Ya might be livin' on a landmine
A time bombs tickin' And no ones getting blown If my mind starts itching This gun'll make it go
Shoulda know he would come in the night The grim reaper time keeper stays out of the light So which one of us is sick in the mind
If we don't find out now Were livin' on a landmine.
Its life Its death Ya got no voice Its life Its death And its not your choice.
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