Lyrics

Hold down beholder Hold down beholder Hold down beholder, the handle's broken Come get your beating Did I not feed you? You're my boy and your God is evil Point blank Gasp for air when there's two in here Silent day to torture Join me, comrade Dinner with dogs and kissing sad cats Scraps and all for the cunning rats Drawing blood and have a drink Take a shot and then shoot, shooter Take a shot and then shoot, shooter Take a shot and then shoot Oh, let it soon come soon (come and get it, come and get it) Oh, let it soon come soon (come and get it, come and get it) Oh, let it soon come soon (come and get it, come and get it) Oh, let it soon come soon (come and get it, come and get it) Turn me up, turn me up Say, say, say Batter up, batter up Hey, hey, hey Having enough is not enough to say choice is not a luxury On this occasion definitely (Honestly, it is) Green grasses and green grasses in green patches Sandcastles, full throttle, something subtle Paper rubles inside the girdle mumbling curses System of her dancing, nothing worth liking Lower than a bastard, classing from the Baster Burying the hatchet How do you think she like it? She lay the chigger in the casket How do you think she likes it? Throwing caution to the wind Letting love pass you by Send a note to future self Stay awake and alert Hear the click clang at the belts The rustling in the leaves, my dear (Oh, let it soon come soon) (Oh, let it soon come soon) (At the instance of detonation, the temperature of the meteor fire will work its way to a million degrees) (As hot as the surface of the sun) Oh, let it soon come soon Oh, let it soon come soon Oh, let it soon come soon Oh, let it soon come soon (oh, let it soon come soon) Oh, let it soon come soon (oh, let it soon come soon) Oh, let it soon come soon (oh, let it soon come soon) Oh, let it soon come soon (oh, let it soon come soon) Oh, let it soon come soon
Writer(s): Aloysius Massaquoi, Graham Hastings, Kayus Bankole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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