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You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you breach
You screw my brain till it hurts
You've taken all my money and you want more,
Misguided old mule
With your pigheaded rules
With your narrow minded cronie you are fools of the first division
Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart,
Death on two legs
You never had a heart of your own -
Kill joy, Bad girl,
Big talking, Small fry
You're just an old barrow boy
You have found a new toy to replace me,
But you can't face me
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good, are you satisfied
Do you feel like suicide (I think you should)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night
Do you feel good - Feel good!
Talk like a big business tycoon,
You're just a hot - air balloon,
So no one gives you a damn,
You're just an overgrown schoolgirl
Let me tan your hide
Dog with disease,
You're the Queen of the 'sleaze'
Put your money where your mouth is Mrs. Know all,
Was your fin on the back part of the deal...(shark!)
Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs -
You never had a heart of your own,
(You never did, right from the start)
Insane... should be put inside,
You're a sewerrat decaying in a cespool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Make yourself null - and - void,
Make me feel good
I feel good.