Tool lyrics
Tool lyrics
"Hooker With A Penis lyrics"
1975 lyrics
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day Go on and press your face All up against the glass Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn Swing and missing all
I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and aBrawling scratches mean a bad hair day Go on and press your face All up against the glass Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn Swing and missing all
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
From '92,
The first EP.
And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.
Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little bu
Amazon lyrics
Falling for the creep the body leech here he comes Vicious hypnosis, a clenched fist saying it's wrong To want more than a folk song Underneath the shaker knit he's a
ddy.Falling for the creep the body leech here he comes Vicious hypnosis, a clenched fist saying it's wrong To want more than a folk song Underneath the shaker knit he's a
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
And if I'm the man,
Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to ma
Final Destination lyrics
Day is eating the night awayIt's time to leave againBorn a rambler with a restless soulI'll be gone in the morningAlways searching for the final destination
e a record,Day is eating the night awayIt's time to leave againBorn a rambler with a restless soulI'll be gone in the morningAlways searching for the final destination
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
So I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
If I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Right out of nowhere you came ghostlike appeared in the sky But all our welcomes were shot down in flames Superior power - invincible arms a faulty asses
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar
So...Shut up and
Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.