Your Fatass Dirty Dollars

Still Born

I see you every Winter eve walking a line
But not on your own not even in your own skin as
I see the blood on hands it makes me so crazy---------
So what is your excuse for all your failures
Do you really wonder why it all comes back to you
I don't think we`ll meet again good BYEEEEEEEEE
So if we do feel the same you got to feel just like shit
Cause all the things you do would make me feel ashamed in every single second of my life
But you don't have no pity you only see your profit you greedy little bastart
Oh what is your excuse to all you failures
I know you thing everything is all right
So burn it all down burn it to the ground and burn my heart