Prick (What The Hell's The Matter With You) şarkı sözleri

Glad to see your eating grapes in the band room Stabbed your pickle and we paid for it twice Kept me quiet with a shot full of gasoline Pacifying but you can't distract three What the hell's the matter with you What the hell's the matter with you What, what, what, what, what the hell's the matter with you Heard you found someone to dig through your feces Only pay him seven fifty a day Ammunition for a short persecution ring Spending money and you try to hate me More than he's worth taking his fare More than he's worth or the quarter you spare What the hell's the matter with you What the hell's the matter with you What, what, what, what, what the hell's the matter with you What the hell's the matter with you What the hell's the matter with you What, what, what, what, what the hell's the matter with you [It Was a long time coming Probably should have happened sooner Every minute you clocked in Could have been spent kicking the hell out of you If you were you, and I was me And what you thought was your's is all mine now If I could start all over I'd do it different So you think you earned all of the money You booked the show we played the fourth of July Kept it up with secret knocks and the password Left your footprints on the big Mac screen Free is the world, free is the air More than he's worth or the quarter you spare What the hell's the matter with you What the hell's the matter with you What, what, what, what, what the hell's the matter with you What the hell's the matter with you What the hell's the matter with you What, what, what, what, what the hell's the matter with you