Hey guy what's happenin' to you Friday night you find your soul A litlle lie you tell to your mother Now her is behind of your brain And his father is just a fuckin' man
Put your hands on the table I try to cut my veins Have the heal for your sorrow Just one more lie for live Don't care about my things 'cause I've had the end of the line
Bring me the blood of your veins Don't get time to choise histories Mind blank for dark lights Kick children out now I can't care about their lives
You know that you can't buy your soul His father is a motherfucker He's lost inside of your own Her mama don't have to left behind You're fuckin' bad punk
Bring me the blood of your veins Don't get time to choise histories Mind blank for dark lights Kick children out now I can't care about their lives
Many times to ask Sleep in a deep sleep Forget your mama and papa They didn't know what you are And if their find you You'll be so fuckin' guys
Bring me this punk here Kick children out Kick children out Maybe you'll do better Kick children out