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Over My Dead Name - The Hand That Feeds текст песни

Исполнитель: Over My Dead Name

альбом: The Hand That Feeds


The hard hitters need dinner
Come in five to close
What's new?
A deep thinker
A severed finger
She caught me off guard
And I don't know what to do
A deep finger
A dirty thinker
She wants me to suck her toes
What should I do?
No money for the meds
And the power went out
It's basic economics
Fuck around and find out
You can't afford to lose me
But you run your fucking mouth
Fuck the tickets on the line
Let's burn this bitch down
No money for the meds
And the power went out
It's basic economics
Fuck around and find out
You can't afford to lose me
But you run your fucking mouth
Fuck the tickets on the line
Let's burn this bitch down
Slap a sticker
Dream bigger
You act so cool,
But who the fuck are you?
All the fixin's
Finger lickin'
Put food down your gullet,
But I can't afford shoes
Good God
Take cover
Control your kid
Or I'll throw him down the garbage chute
Booger sugar
She's a looker
She's got me motor-boatin' while she's flirtin' with you
No money for the meds
And the power went out
It's basic economics
Fuck around and find out
You can't afford to lose me
But you run your fucking mouth
Fuck the tickets on the line
Let's burn this bitch down
No money for the meds
And the power went out
It's basic economics
Fuck around and find out
You can't afford to lose me
But you run your fucking mouth
Fuck the tickets on the line
Let's burn this bitch down
No money for the meds
And the power went out
It's basic economics
Fuck around and find out
You can't afford to lose me
But you run your fucking mouth
Fuck the tickets on the line
Let's burn this bitch down
Fuck the tickets on the line
Let's burn this bitch down
Fuck the tickets on the line
Let's burn this bitch down

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