Counting Murders, Drinking Beers



I'm getting out while I can still count these murders on only one hand
I'm throught looking after you, second guessing your next move
Lock the doors, turn out the lights
The Wolves are out tonight
Playing that shitty bass
So, you get your kicks using my daughter and my wife as target practice?
Well, how do you like that shaft straight up your ass?
And I'll damn you right in your tongue
You have used that grinning "no english" crap for the last time on me
And, since when a shot of paint elevate the classes?
You run around real cute with your rainbows, like we dont know Like we care
So, look away when you see me, just look away
It never ends for me
Like it the fourth neverending
Yeah, you're real brave roughing this
Until you have children of your own
There is no pride in these chances







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