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a song I wrote for my friends skater-punk band. |
I wish that I could think, but instead I'll just sit and blink, mindlessly watching the pain, as you burn in acid rain. I'll just smoke a joint, until you reach that point, where you just wanna die, then I'll laugh as I wave goodbye. 'Cus I'm a sick twisted bastard, spend my days getting plastered, I'm a psycho on the hunt, and a massive fucking cunt You melt right in front of my eyes, I don't care 'cus I'm too high, Then I'll fuck Jack's ass, 'cus I don't have money for gas. We'll drive you to the woods, no need for masks and hoods, you won't be going back alive, no one ever survives. 'Cus I'm a sick twisted bastard, spend my days getting plastered, I'm a psycho on the hunt, and a massive fucking cunt I'll rip you apart with my teeth and my mind, I'll rip out your eyeballs, so then you'll be blind, then I'll skull fuck your socket, shove a firework up your ass and spark it like a rocket! Bitch you'll see, no one forgets me, I'm a traumatic head fuck, ....and my cock you will suck! 'Cus I'm a sick twisted bastard, spend my days getting plastered, I'm a psycho on the hunt, and a massive fucking cunt |