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Utwór: Deadfall

  • wykonawca: Snot
  • album: Get Some
  • wyświetleń: 1330

Well, I killed my dad
    In a con gone bad
    Nearly drank myself to death
    But when he died he said Lou had the cake
    So I caught a bus headin' west
    
    I saw the numbers running through a small cafe
    And I knew I'd find my Uncle Lou
    That's when Ed stepped up
    He said pick a card
    Shape the con before it shapes you
    
    Who sent ya'?
    Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
    Yeah who sent ya'?
    
    Who sent ya'?
    Who sent ya'?
    Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
    Yeah who sent ya'?
    
    Now I met my uncle for the very first time
    And he sent me on a con with Ed
    So we came callin' on his girl Diane
    A blone girl dressed in red
    I guess pigeon dropping was the name of the game
    And I had to pay my dues
    Well fun time
    Family fun was the plan
    Shape the con before it shapes you
    
    Who sent ya'?
    Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
    Yeah who sent ya'?
    
    Who sent ya' baby girl?
    Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
    Yeah who sent ya'?
    
    Sam Peckinpah tried to choke Eddie out
    But he cut him from ear to ear
    Then he grabbed old Lou said
    "We fuck now"
    On his face a twisted jeer
    He took old Lou to the same cafe'
    Eddie couldn't have been much higher
    When he tied him up
    It was his intent
    To put his head in that deep fryer
    Well, Diane told me
    I tackled Ed
    As we did a little wiggle and dance
    When we were done Ed got a hot head
    WELL VIVA LA FUCKIN' FRANCE MAN!
    
    Someone tryin' to kill me man?
    (They're trying to kill you Eddie)
    The fucking eggars(?)
    
    Someone tryin' to kill me man?
    (They're trying to kill you Eddie)
    The fucking eggars(?)
    Guess they may be friends(for Ed)(?)
    (All fuckin' summer long sugar)
    
    Who sent you?
    Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
    Yeah who sent ya'?
    Who sent ya' baby girl?
    Sma fuckin' Peckinpah
    Yeah who sent ya'?
    
    You shape the con or It'll shape you
    You shape the con
    You shape the con or It'll shape you
    You shape the con
    
    Praise fucking God!(?)

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