Local H - What Would You Have Me Do? | Текст песни

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• Local H
• What Would You Have Me Do?

Can you just go home defeated?

Take your pride and eat it

Crawl back beaten

Sources are depleated

Can you take the final hit and admit that you were wrong?

Don't even call it even

Bleedin' is beliving

Former well-being

We're closing for the season

Can you take the final hit and admit that you don't belong?

Beatin' 6 ways til Sunday

Beatin' 6 ways til Sunday now

You're gonna have to leave it

You know you'll never need it

Wait til you see what we've planned for you

And it's heinous

So come on, come on comeupins

You really are the star of the show right now

And it's strange but kinda strange

When clichés are true

Beatin' 6 ways til Sunday

Beatin' 6 ways til Sunday now

And I am sorry to enjoy this

But what would you have me do?

What would you have me do?

Can you just go home hated

Half intoxicated

Hopelessly outdated

And not appreciated

Can you take the final blow and know that you fucked up?

Go state the overstated

Keep it complicated

The over educated

That hope you'll never make it

Can you take the final blow and know they won't be shutting up

Beatin' 6 ways to Sunday

Beatin' 6 ways to Sunday now

You're gonna have to leave it

You know you'll never need it

Wait til you see what we've planned for you

And it's heinous

So come on, come on comeupins

You really are the star of the show right now

And it's strange but kinda strange

When clichés are true

Beatin' 6 ways to Sunday

Beatin' 6 ways to Sunday now

And I am sorry to enjoy this

But what would you have me do?

Baby's outta town but I see the light on

What are you up to now?

Headin' for the gun, I can see rock bottom

No one will help you now

Beatin' 6 ways to Sunday

Beatin' 6 ways to Sunday now

Gonna have to leave it

You know you'll never need it

Everything has been cut and dry for you

And it's heinous

So come on, come on comeupins

You really are the star of the show right now

And it's strange but kinda strange

When clichés are true

Yeah

Beatin' 6 ways to sunday

Beatin' 6 ways to sunday now

And I am sorry to enjoy this

But what would you have me do?

What would you have me do? (x5)

Beatin' 6 ways to Sunday (x6)

Hold tight

It's New years Eve

It will be cold tonight

Kill the heat

And shut out all the lights

And cut the phone line too

Alright

We don't need nothing but cyanide

Pulled out teeth won't be identified

What would you have me do?

You got it

Hold tight

It's New years Eve

It will be cold tonight

Kill the heat

And shut out all the lights

And cut the phone line too

You got it

Alright

We don't need nothing but cyanide

Pulled out teeth won't be identified

What would you have me do?

You got it

Hold tight

It's New years Eve (You got it)

It will be cold tonight

Kill the heat (You got it)

And shut out all the lights

And cut the phone line too (You got it)

You got it

Alright

We don't need nothing (You got it) but cyanide

Pulled out teeth (You got it) won't be identified

(You got it)

What would you have me do?

You got it

(In background throughout rest of song:

You got it.

Gimme money, gimme blow

Keep your girlfriend

Yeah, I'm falling fast, I'm not gonna last)