Yeah
You're down there shooting blanks from broken guns
You fire all day long and still not hit a fucking
One
Don't wanna know what some sick sniper fuck considers
Fun
Prob'ly throw a party, served melted ice cream
Over crumbs
Just crumbs
Just crumbs
You prob'ly 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
Writer(s): Louis Svitek, Paul Barker, Michael Scaccia, Alien Jourgensen, Reynolds Washam
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