A Sense of Hell-Being Songtext
von Frankley Everlong
A Sense of Hell-Being Songtext
It′s funny how things never turn out okay
I didn't have my hopes up for this shit anyway
I wonder if you ever will stop the hurting
I wonder if you ever will stop from burning
(Stop from burning)
(Stop from burning)
I fell in a hole into the depth of hell
Then I said to myself, I recognize this smell
Or maybe I was wrong, this may be a shit-filled well
But damn, I was right, that smell was you
The smell of betrayal and bullshit too
And then I saw you, and damn, I wanna puke
You still look like shit and that′s what you are
I can't find my keys in my fucking car
I wanna run you over then burn you with a mob cigar
(A mob cigar)
(A mob cigar)
It's funny how you never turned out alright
Your parents must hate you, and I′m polite
I wonder if you ever will come to your senses
But for a fool like you, that′s fucking rocket science
(Rocket science)
(Rocket science)
I fell in a hole into the depth of hell
Then I said to myself, I recognize this smell
Or maybe I was wrong, this may be a shit-filled well
But damn, I was right, that smell was you
The smell of betrayal and bullshit too
And then I saw you, and damn, I wanna puke
You still look like shit and that's what you are
I can′t find my keys in my fucking car
I wanna run you over then burn you with a mob cigar
(A mob cigar)
(A mob cigar)
I cannot feel sorry for you, 'cause you′re a fuckhead
(Fuckhead)
It's always amusing when things in your life turns to shit
Wouldn′t it be better off and hopefully awesome if you dropped dead?
(Dropped dead?)
I would be so glad and laugh and dance till I was exhausted
I fell in a hole into the depth of hell
Then I said to myself, I recognize this smell
Or maybe I was wrong, this may be a shit-filled well
But damn, I was right, that smell was you
The smell of betrayal and bullshit too
And then I saw you, and damn, I wanna puke
You still look like shit and that's what you are
I can't find my keys in my fucking car
I wanna run you over then burn you with a mob cigar
(A mob cigar)
(A mob cigar)
I didn't have my hopes up for this shit anyway
I wonder if you ever will stop the hurting
I wonder if you ever will stop from burning
(Stop from burning)
(Stop from burning)
I fell in a hole into the depth of hell
Then I said to myself, I recognize this smell
Or maybe I was wrong, this may be a shit-filled well
But damn, I was right, that smell was you
The smell of betrayal and bullshit too
And then I saw you, and damn, I wanna puke
You still look like shit and that′s what you are
I can't find my keys in my fucking car
I wanna run you over then burn you with a mob cigar
(A mob cigar)
(A mob cigar)
It's funny how you never turned out alright
Your parents must hate you, and I′m polite
I wonder if you ever will come to your senses
But for a fool like you, that′s fucking rocket science
(Rocket science)
(Rocket science)
I fell in a hole into the depth of hell
Then I said to myself, I recognize this smell
Or maybe I was wrong, this may be a shit-filled well
But damn, I was right, that smell was you
The smell of betrayal and bullshit too
And then I saw you, and damn, I wanna puke
You still look like shit and that's what you are
I can′t find my keys in my fucking car
I wanna run you over then burn you with a mob cigar
(A mob cigar)
(A mob cigar)
I cannot feel sorry for you, 'cause you′re a fuckhead
(Fuckhead)
It's always amusing when things in your life turns to shit
Wouldn′t it be better off and hopefully awesome if you dropped dead?
(Dropped dead?)
I would be so glad and laugh and dance till I was exhausted
I fell in a hole into the depth of hell
Then I said to myself, I recognize this smell
Or maybe I was wrong, this may be a shit-filled well
But damn, I was right, that smell was you
The smell of betrayal and bullshit too
And then I saw you, and damn, I wanna puke
You still look like shit and that's what you are
I can't find my keys in my fucking car
I wanna run you over then burn you with a mob cigar
(A mob cigar)
(A mob cigar)
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