Death On Two Legs

(albüm: A Night At The Opera - 1975)

You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you breach
Screw my brain 'til 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?

Talk like a big business tycoon
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

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, shark?

Death on two legs
Tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You never had a heart
You never did
...of your own
...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
Then make yourself null and void
Make me feel good
I feel good