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Heart Attack Man

Rats In A Bucket

 

Rats In A Bucket

(álbum: Fake Blood - 2019)


There's a price on your head
You sold out yourself like you sell out your friends
Matter-of-factly and candid
Appears the people who loved you took for granted
All the red flags and warning signs
Flying so flagrantly, obvious in hindsight
Now I see them miles away
I won't entertain your bullshit or give you the time of day
Your love fell by the wayside
Just like you got in for free
I don't care how long I've known you
Stop fucking talking to me
I have no time for snitches and cowards
Uproot the weeds from the flowers
It's all come down to this
A corpse's worth of bones to pick

Cross your name off my hit list
Put you out of your misery and out of my head
Rip you off, you've become parasitic
Clinging for life to the minutes
Drowning rats in a bucket
All the wicked ones in time will get weeded out
The fear in the pit of your stomach
Hold it close like you love it

I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything
I don't owe you anything

Exchanging pleasantries
(I don't owe you anything)
With all my enemies
It makes no sense to me
(I don't owe you anything)
It makes no sense to me
They're fucking dead to me
(I don't owe you anything)
They're fucking dead to me

Cross your name off my hit list
Put you out of your misery and out of my head
Rip you off, you've become parasitic
Clinging for life to the minutes
Drowning rats in a bucket
All the wicked ones in time will get weeded out
The fear in the pit of your stomach
Hold it close like you love it

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