I eat like clock work I sleep like clock work I breathe like clock work and I kill like clock work I think like clock work I feel like clock work I fuck like clock work and I kill like clock work
Sum Grrl is back Cutting pink through the black Seein right through the bullshit that makes you weak, makes you attack You think that you're all hardcore Cuz you make and break the rules for all Drowning out my voice, with your macho propaganda
Hold it right there We gonna get a few things square Bein' hard aint about your stare That tired posture that you wear A real man aint scared - when the game is fair when yer locking eyes with an equal and you know she is aware
What doesn't kill you will make you a killer Hone your anger till it cuts through bone Blacked out, bloody mouthed, the plan has gone south and you're gonna wake up all alone
What doesn't kill you will make you a killer Your eyes are screaming that you're hi on rage Nails, splinters, burning embers How you arrived we don't remember and you're never going back in that cage
Another minute, another soul I just can't let you goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
