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lirik lagu dead vandals - bottle-o

[intro: lz8]

breaking a sweat at the bottle-o
i forgot my own fakie
f-ck it i ain’t going back to the gaty
back to the lady behind the counter
i’m scratching the labels off of these saving stickers
my favourite liquor flavour is jäger
sick of my savings giving way to the craters of wine
down at the back of the aisle
waiting one pace at a time
the clerk faced away
zip my bag with a bottle of p-ssion pop
make my escape
waddle off coz my dacks are inflated
packed with that jäger of mine
i couldn’t just make up my mind
i had to take two dude it’s
the way i’m designed
on occasion when my moods stupid
and my point of views lucid
moon unit, vague as a nude unic
i’ve changed in my new music
cause rage is a muse
use it
delusions fused with amus-m-nt
social mutant banging on your ear drum
but i ain’t no q tip or a phife player
f-ck dining out a fine china require soap slash
imma scoff my toast off the cardboard inside a c0ke slab
no place like home brand
we swigging out a swine cup
no hands, pick my little piggies out a line up
toe tags, i’mma walk the path of h-ll before i foot the bill gates
the i o u’s fill my note pad

[chorus: lz8]

me casa
su casa
me p-ss a goon cask to you
p-ss out noon after noon
blast the tunes

[verse 2: lz8]

i wanted total independence, dad
take my photo out your pendant, dad
now, i’m
sitting in the middle of the bus to my rental pad
they gonna disconnect my (gas)
blowin’ my cash like sand
tryina sell # to imaginary fans
smashed in my trashcan mansion
an expansion on the back of the bottle-o full of rats
trapped in a test-tube cracked
no plan for the future
financially futile
fact of eviction (over fiction)
p-ssions a useless addiction
stacked up cans in the kitchen
big black crib that i live in
dad can i come back?

now i perform to an empty lounge full of tumbleweed and
the only time i make money’s when i find coins under seats
cushions pushin’ coins beneath em
so someone don’t see the pigsty
that i f-cking sleep in
cause judgement stings
like i’m shaving a beard made of bumble bees
bong bubbles be popping upon entry
my apologies for the grotty room
it looks like a horror scene
it’s the unit behind the bottle-o
come in its not what it seems
it is worse
the premature tomb of a doomed one
i’ll probably leave in a he-rs-

[hook: lz8]

- lirik lagu dead vandals

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