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New Bomb Turks - Sick Sermon şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: New Bomb Turks

albüm: The Night Before The Day The Earth Stood Still


Here we go again
Hear the preaching stylings of a faithless man
Hair's thick, but words are just as thin
I don't forgive, I forget your sins
You can lie, cheat, steal, I ain't telling
Middle finger ain't pointing
I'm a fryar with a lie, a priest with the creeps
A straight-A student holding cheating sheets
Those who can do, those who can't just meek
Sick sermon with a sick backbeat
Getting nowhere fast
Is a slow, slow, slow process
But the wits better come out quick
I don't forgive, I forget your sins
You can lie, cheat, steal, I ain't telling
Middle finger ain't pointing, yeah
I'm a fryar with a lie, a priest with the creeps
A straight-A student holding cheating sheets
All those who can do, those who can't just meek
Sick sermons with a sick backbeat
♪
My altar's replate
With cheap ass wine and stained sheets
My prayers trip up off my teeth
I don't forgive, I forget your sins
You can lie, cheat, steal, I ain't telling
Middle finger ain't pointing, whoa!
I'm a fryar with a lie, a priest with the creeps
A straight-A student holding cheating sheets
All those who can do, those who can't just meek
Sick sermons with a sick backbeat
Woo!
Alright, let's go, go
Woo!

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