Aah You suck my blood like a leech You break the law and you preach Screw my brain till it hurts...
Aah You suck my blood like a leech You break the law and you preach Screw my brain till it hurts You've taken all my money - and you want more Misguided old mule With your pigheaded rules With your narrow-minded cronies who are fools Of the first division Death on two legs You're tearing me apart Death on two legs You never had a heart of your own Kill joy, bad guy Big talking, small fry You're just an old barrow-boy Have you found a new toy to replace me Can you face me But now you can kiss my ass goodbye Feel good, are you satisfied ? Do you feel like suicide (I think you should) Is your conscience all right Does it plague you at night Do you feel good - feel good Aah Talk like a big business tycoon But you're just a hot-air balloon So no one gives you a damn You're just an overgrown school-boy Let me tan your hide A dog with disease You're the king of the 'sleaze' Put your money where your mouth is Mr. know all Was the fin on your back part of the deal...(a shark!) Death on two legs Tearing me apart Death on two legs You've never had a heart of your own (You never did, right from the start) Insane, you should be put inside You're a sewer-rat decaying in a cesspool of pride Should be made unemployed Make yourself null-and-void Make me feel good I feel good
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