Will Someone Shoot That Fucking Snake (BBC Punk session) Songtext
von Gallows
Will Someone Shoot That Fucking Snake (BBC Punk session) Songtext
Something wicked this way comes
When I see it every night
You ain′t a rock star yet (you're dead)
You need some self-respect
You always were a fucking prick
Roll in from the drain
Into her bed again
I′ll fucking drown you in the rain Into her bed again
Will someone shoot that fucking snake?
I've got a knife for you
To turn your heart from red to blue
The beating, the beating, the beating, the beating
I've got a knife for you
Engraved with the words fuck you
The bleeding, the bleeding, the bleeding, the bleeding
Something wicked this way comes
When I see it every night
You ain′t a rock star yet (you′re dead)
You need some self-respect
You always were a fucking prick
Blackening her name
Screaming in her face
I wanna stab you in your fucking face
Will someone shoot that fucking snake
We've got a knife for you
You′re fucked, you can't get rescued
The pleading, the pleading, the pleading, the pleading
We′ve got a knife for you
You're fucking dead when we catch you
The screaming, the screaming, the screaming, the screaming
When I see it every night
You ain′t a rock star yet (you're dead)
You need some self-respect
You always were a fucking prick
Roll in from the drain
Into her bed again
I′ll fucking drown you in the rain Into her bed again
Will someone shoot that fucking snake?
I've got a knife for you
To turn your heart from red to blue
The beating, the beating, the beating, the beating
I've got a knife for you
Engraved with the words fuck you
The bleeding, the bleeding, the bleeding, the bleeding
Something wicked this way comes
When I see it every night
You ain′t a rock star yet (you′re dead)
You need some self-respect
You always were a fucking prick
Blackening her name
Screaming in her face
I wanna stab you in your fucking face
Will someone shoot that fucking snake
We've got a knife for you
You′re fucked, you can't get rescued
The pleading, the pleading, the pleading, the pleading
We′ve got a knife for you
You're fucking dead when we catch you
The screaming, the screaming, the screaming, the screaming
Writer(s): Laurent Benjamin Barnard, Christopher Frank Carter, Lee Phillip Barratt, Stuart Leslie Gili-ross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com