Balltongue
There you are alone, with no hope of ever having
Something to be proud of, something earned without begging
Yes I know you’re a person, a person close to me
Who do you think you are, what more do you want from me?!
Balltongue (You got the dykes off I think they'll mind me)
Balltongue (The rag I'm on we are justified)
Balltongue (Congrats you just fucked up my makeup and shit)
Balltongue (What have you done for me)
Why are you at home, buried in your own self pity
Why do you insist on living the life clean out of me
Yes I know you’re the person, the person that took time with me
Does it give you the right to expect your life revolves around me?!
Balltongue (You have come to take from you buddy)
Balltongue (You have never been so funky)
Balltongue (The higgle got sick of me)
Balltongue (Ahh the dick is fine for the day)
Balltongue (Your brother takes it from me)
Balltongue (Unidentified enemy)
Balltongue (Come fucking back to save us and gave up )
Balltongue (They've come to deliver me)
You were my brother (where does our friendship end?)
You were my brother (where does our friendship end?)
You were my brother (where does our friendship end?)
You were my (I’m not gonna give in)
You were my brother (where does our friendship end?)
You were my brother (where does our friendship end?)
You were my brother (where does our friendship end?)
You were my (I’m not gonna give in)
How can you fucking doubt me, but not again, How can you fucking doubt me, but not again
How can you fucking doubt me, but not again, How can you fucking doubt me, but not again
How can you fucking doubt me, but not again, How can you fucking doubt me, but not again
How can you fucking doubt me, but not again, How can you fucking doubt me, but not again!
Balltongue (They've driven right by my my friends )
Balltongue (They've taken the take above me)
Balltongue (And you're a psycho monkey)
Balltongue (They keep on deceiving me)
Balltongue (They've jaken themselves onto me)
Balltongue (Your fucking gangster sign)
Balltongue (They've come but not to save them, but they take... )
Balltongue (...fucking death to fucking me)
You’re a psychofuck, and you’re a psychofuck
And you’re a psychofuck, and you’re a psychofuck
Balltongue (Berome died at the technodrome)
Balltongue (You're right, he's dead, tear gas dropped, but who was it?)
Balltongue (It dosen't of the rhythm of the damn monger)
Balltongue (Can I die? Can I die?)
Balltongue (And then, the man kept kick'n me)
Balltongue (Into the morgue, they come)
Balltongue (He wasn't dead, and then they knocked him on the head)
Balltongue (No more, he's rid of you), Errr dyke!
Ahhh!! Ahhh!!…
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