I say what’s the crowed? The ground was absolutely full! The noise’s all around, we couldn’t keep the cool! And then we try to express certain states of being good We see you, lad, on our stand, guess it was understood.
I lose my patience, I’ll kick you See you ugly and barf And I will know if you get through Be ready to run or you try my staff
You will be under bench, don’t shake your fucking fist at me I know now you will blench, and you will looking through the lee!
We’d like you better if you didn't ponce about so much That’s why we have arrangements… We’d like you better if you didn't ponce about so much That’s why we have arrangements to make you run and drudge!
What fucking make you scream, you always out of tune at all! Saw you at “Sweet Sixteen”, your mama’ll cry at funeral! I bounded all my wounds, I see you there ,you getting pills It’s our city, man! Be ready die without a will!
I lose my patience, I’ll kick you See you ugly and barf And I will know if you get through Be ready to run or you try my staff
You will be under bench, don’t shake your fucking fist at me I know now you will blench, and you will looking through the lee!
We’d like you better if you didn't ponce about so much That’s why we have arrangements… We’d like you better if you didn't ponce about so much That’s why we have arrangements to make you run and drudge!