|
Lyric provided by www.seekalyric.com |
Yeah You're down to shooting blanks from broken guns You fire all day long and still not hit a fucking one Don't wanna know what some sick psycho fuck considers fun You'd probably throw a party, served melted ice cream over crumbs Just crumbs Just crumbs You probably lick more ass than anyone I guess you like the taste of shit on your tongue No matter what you order the same thing will come A plate of refried shit just covered in crumbs Just crumbs Just crumbs "I never had a life. I don't even know what life is." "Have you? Have you? Have you?" "I have what you'd call a life." "Everyday of my life." "I have what you'd call a life." |