Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster (The)

Palomino's Dream
What kind of girl, would fuck, and leave me in the shit What kind of whore, would suck, a brother in his cock The filthy cow, that cow, she made me fucking sick And now I'm born and rich and happy and in love with someone else Sometimes I try, and think, In good and wholesome ways I want to fuck, and fuck, and fuck you in the face I am the puss, the stink, and this is all because I am a c*nt of fuck a fuck of shit , a piece of fucking scum la la la la, la la la, la la, la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la, la la, la la la la, la la I like to sing, along, to every single song I want a partner and grab a son, the work has just begun I'm harsh, I'm cunning, I'm mainly always harsh I am an evil bastard and I read between the lines This is a joke, of course, I am a racing horse I jump the hedge, the hedge, I focus on the hedge And if I fall, and break, a leg or two I'll die Because they'll shoot me in the head and then replace me for sunrise la la la la, la la la, la la, la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la, la la, la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la, la la, la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la, la la, la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la, la la, la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la, la la, la la la la, la la From Letras Mania