GLOCCA MORRA LYRICS

"Leisure Fucks"

i'm sick of all the leisure fucks dressed up in their sunday best suits. and all the kettle kids are stuck waiting for the next adventure. don't make the same mistake again. i wouldn't be caught dead creeping with the leisure fucks. i hate it when they get too close to me. so i don't let a single soul in, except the ones i did before and will again. don't make the same mistake again. i might be caught dead killing the last good talk by stumbling where my grandfather stood - watching his one son call "dad i really need some dough to get it gone" all the kids get too close, raping their spirits gut dry. but i got a hunch now - gold sounds. i know what you've done to clear a fucked up room. it's all inside those fingers. evil has declared that it will not be here too long but long enough to get some and keep the insects wanting more ground. we're all bitter fucks. the darkness in my heart grows when we're apart oh, no do you feel the way i do? i got messy hands from digging in to the weak ones, oh no do you miss me yet? i'm not bitter yet. to call in my teeth, taste the bitter now. to call in my bluff, get the devil out. all of the corners i cut when i was younger, i found, they were only there to remind me that i was a clouded lap dog attending the ambivalent. you can take the kids cause i dont really want them now. you can take the kids cause honestly im fucking beat. so down the stairs i crawled along and crept to your room. all day long, i watched the clouds move in to these strange formations. how's your hole? i knew it once, i lived inside that moment for years it seemed. all i did for you was all that i can do. how i'm gonna make this move - please don't be upset ...

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