Trick Baby-Lydia Lunch

歌手 : Lydia Lunch

专辑 : Smoke in the Shadows

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:21

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TXT Trick Baby-Lydia Lunch 文本歌词

Trick Baby - Lydia Lunch

How bad you want it when you can't have it

And now you're crying dying in your living hell

I played your mama I played your papa

And now you get to play your motherf**king self

You know you want it you really need it

You bisy frying dying in your living hell

I'm not your mama I ain't your pappa

Now baby get stop play his motherf**king self

How bad you want it when you can't have it

And now you're crying dying in your living hell

I played your mama I played your papa

And now you get to play your motherf**king self

Nothing left to lose

She's got everything to fear

Another phonebook full of reasons

Skipping flying in your beer

Save your motherf**king bullshit

For another lousy day

Watch this little pyssy flip you off

And than just walk away

Begging for forgiveness

I suggest you save your breath

Blowing hot air up my a**

Is that the way that you repent

You're talking through your sex

It's got nothing left to say

Find another dick tomorrow

And I'll f**k this blues away

Sick of all skeezing

Bullshit artist petty thief

Find a hardcore chippy junkie

Take our hustle to the street

Pack all your baggage

Spare the psychodrama scenes

You been lying and conniving

And you wonder why I'am mean

Nothing left to lose

Since you threw your life away

Won't be singing at your funeral

I'll be dancing on your grave

Save your motherf**king bullshit

For another lousy day

Watch this little p**sy flip you off

And then just walk away

Want it but you can't have it

And now you're crying dying in your living hell

I played your mama I played your papa

And now you get to play your motherf**king self

You know you want it you really need it

You bisy frying dying in your living hell

I'm ain't your mama

Hey trick baby you done gone stir crazy

I'll be grinning slim once you hit that

Greyhound station on the corner

Got your name written all over it

God damn judas b**ch twenty nine dollars

Take your yellow a**

All the way back to lackawanna

Skull f**ked a thousand and one ways to Sunday

Trick baby don't croak no one while sleep walking

Get this arson out of your heart

You know where to find me