From The Makers Of - Mister Charles | Текст песни

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• Mister Charles

Who's going to listen to you now?
Count back from five as your voice is snuffed out.
The hand behind this pen is shaking
the the thrill of the kill is exhilarating.

Never send a man to do a little girls work
and never tell the truth if you don't want to get hurt.
Hide behind closed doors like you always do
no one will know what happened to you.

NOT.

I'll hold your memory like you held my broken heart.
I'll hold your memory like a boat, and I'll tear it apart.
I'll hold your memory like the moon holds the tides.
I'll hold your memory like you would have held mine.

A secret kept is a secret left to the wind.
At least with you it's the way it's always been.

You deserve so much less, so much less than this.
So live it up bitch, cause this is what you get.

Cause this is what you get.

Now I don't blame you for the things you said
but I sure as hell blame you for the things you did.
I tried so hard to make this right.
But you threw it back in my face that night,

Never send a man to do a little girls work
and never tell the truth if you don't want to get hurt.
Hide behind closed doors like you always do
no one will know what happened to you.

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time
so that'd I never even have to write this rhyme.

I guess that's just life, and I guess that's just fine.
But this here is where I draw the line.

In the words of dear old Freddy
Don't return if you're not ready.
Nothing you know could prepare you for this
welcome to prime time bitch.
And don't forget before you leave here,
you'll regret the things you've seen dear.
I told you that you'll lose your mind.
Go now....Run and Hide.

Never send a man to do a little girls work
and never tell the truth if you don't want to get hurt.
Hide behind closed doors like you always do
no one will know what happened to you.

NOT.

You'd think I'd let you lose and not let everybody know?
I was right and you were wrong.
I guess it just goes to show,
nothing you know could prepare you for this.

Your at home here, so never fear.
Welcome to prime time bitch.

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