Цирк мертвых белок, - Prizefighter | Текст песни

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People can be so deceiving sometimes
Feeding you lies that just eat you up inside
We’re rotting like the mystery meat at the Chinese buffet line
But now I’m crawling back to life
I’m dragging my bloody knees
So take these chopsticks out of my ass
I’m begging for the ice cream pretty pretty please
Somewhere deep inside my broken mind
I’m convinced that you could still be mine
I know I’m bruised and bleeding
But don’t you ever count me out
Come on take your best shot motherfucker
I will always knock you down
I’m feeling my second wind now
I am alive and well
I can steal you a piece of Heaven
I can take them all to Hell
Try to take what I adore
I’m gonna smash your face right through the floor
Motherfucker come on
Bring the pigs and the filthy whores
I’m gonna sonic boom until you breathe no more
Up your ass motherfucker come on
You really think you’re something
With your flying combos in the air
But now I’m pushing every button at the same time
It’s cheesy but you can’t defeat me
X Y A B it doesn’t mean shit you see
This is the Sega version bitch prepare to bleed
And they can try to beat the shit out of me
I will break their goddamn heads
Just give me some kind of reason to believe
Pretty pretty please with cherries on top.


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