You’ve learned a lot how
You’ve learned a lot from my offence
We’ve learned a lot how
We’ve learned to sleep in separate beds
You’ve got a blister on your earlobe
And my god oblitten smell
And all I’ve got’s a birthday card
Says I hope you burn in hell
All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding
All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding
You’d better knock that mother down
You’d better lock that mother down
You’d better knock that mother down
You’d better lock that mother down
All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding
All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding
You’ve got a blister on your earlobe
And my god oblitten smell
And all I’ve got’s a birthday card
Says I hope you burn in hell
Real tips and coffee ships are the best they can provide
Ask my head is super ted is all we ever try
_______(?) and feeling kids, two fingers in your eye
______________(?) just all it ever was
Restaurants and poker chips is all I ever tried
Backward flips and ballroom trips, it all seems so contrived
Butchers in coffee shops, we’re know to cannot _____(?)
Fighting, bleeding, blinding is all it ever was
You’d better knock that mother down
You’d better lock that mother down
You’d better knock that mother down
You’d better lock that mother down
Satan