Skid Row - Get the fuck out

Tekst :

Your jokes ain t funny and there s nothin you say that I wanna hear
The sound of the door slammin your ass out is music to my ears
If I can t beat you then I m gonna beat you to a pulp
So can the TV rays and take my tonsil glaze right down your throat

You re standin to close what the fuck s with you
You ain t my old lady and you ain t a tattoo
No need to whimper no need to shout
This party s over so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out

Well I puke I stink bitch get me a drink cause I m payin for the room
I ain t buying you breakfast so keep your mouth busy and wrap your lips all around my attitiude
Take a walk with me with your triple double Ds and your 40 foot do
Why you walkin funny you must have spent some time with the boys in the crew

You re standin to close what the fuck s with you
You ain t my old lady and you ain t a tattoo
No need to whimper no need to shout
This party s over so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out

The morning s comin in and this is my bed
If I find you here when I wake up
The maid is gonna find me dead.

You re standin to close what the fuck s with you
You ain t my old lady and you ain t a tattoo
No need to whimper no need to shout
This party s over so get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out

Inne utwory

  • Remains to be seen
  • Rattlesnake shake
  • Frozen
  • Blitzkrieg bop
  • Livin on a chain gang
  • Here i am
  • Cold gin
  • Medicine jar
  • My enemy
  • Monkey business
  • Firesign
  • Thick is the skin
  • Breakin down
  • Iron will
  • One light
  • New generation
  • Delivering the goods
  • Face against my soul
  • Bonehead
  • Losowe utwory

    Blitzkrieg bop

    Hey ho let s go-
    They re forming in a straight line
    They re going through a tight wind

    The kids are losing their minds
    The Blitzkrieg Bop
    They re piling in the back seat
    They re generation steam heat
    Pulsating to...

    Jeremiah weed

    Poor Jeremiah, his body is broken
    Lying in the alley where he fell
    His head is racing home to the heel of California
    Poor Jeremiah Weed

    He s got his friends and he s got his devices
    He s got no need for you
    No need for sympathy, no need for suprises
    Poor Jeremiah Weed

    Well I know...

    Roses on white lace

    I saw you in your wedding gown
    The prettiest dress
    I came into the room that night
    And made such a mess
    In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride
    With your ring in your hand
    Your eyes and your mouth open wide

    In my eyes
    Blood drops look...

    Vertical limit

    {Bridge}
    Forfeit the game, stop the talk show.
    Product the one, your intaught to know.
    Forfeit the game, cause tomorrow
    When its all done, you reap what you sow.

    {Verse 1:}

    You love the way, I look at you
    While taking pleasure...

    H! vltg3

    Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes....

    Hybrid
    I ve been diggin in crates ever since I was livin in space
    Before the rat race, before monkeys had you in traits
    I mastered numerology, big band theology, performed lobotomies with telekanetic psychology
    Invented the mic to so I can start blessin it

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