The Bride - All Work And No Play Makes Jack A Dull Boy | Текст песни

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Your sweater won't keep you warm with a heart so fucking cold.
Your body is too hollow to accept the truth.
We can't all sing glory, with their blood on our teeth.
We've wasted our time counting limbs on the side of the street.

This is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass!

We're the first to spit back, in their judgemental eyes.
We're not afraid.
There will be no remorse!
For those with no respect!
Your lipstick may hide your lips, but it will never hide your lies.

I put your heart and soul inside a body bag.
Too late to ask the whore for a little more 'cause i think hear God knocking on her casket door.

I treated you like royalty, and you gave me nothing, but you were no princess tonight you fucking slut.
So bow the fuck down, bow down to your superior.

No remorse!
For those with no respect!
Oh, baby, you must have a package to deliver, 'cos I dont know who the fuck you are.

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