Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up Yours, artist - Armored Saint. Album song Win Hands Down, in the genre МеталDate of issue: 01.06.2015
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Up Yours |
| A kiss new year’s eve is a gesture of hope |
| A kiss goodbye gives a lump in the throat |
| One inspires the other puts out fires |
| A love for kissing feet makes him a weirod |
| You kissing my ass makes you a big joke |
| Not so funny nothing to laugh about |
| No more what ifs, no more what ifs |
| Wait man, hey man, hold on |
| No more what ifs, no more what ifs |
| What if I’m obligated to keep you |
| I’ll grit my teeth and sweep you |
| Under the rug |
| A stroll in the park can be a moment of zen |
| But you lurking in the dark |
| Begging to be my friend |
| Can really rub, rubs me the wrong way |
| Following my tracks is what you do |
| Although I never remember ever giving a clue |
| Or a hint or a blatant come with me |
| No more what ifs, no more what ifs |
| No more, no more, no more |
| No more what ifs, no more what ifs |
| No more entry to your revaged mind |
| I’ll break the mold one of a kind |
| But you say I’m |
| Sincerely, up yours |
| Positively, up yours |
| Gotta fake it to the right and take a detour |
| Yeah you say I’m deep and truly, up yours |
| Exclusively, up yours |
| Finding you hard so hard to ignore |
| That’s for sure |
| Sure as shit that’s it |
| Firmly planted up yours |
| Seems to be |
| It’s a chain link in your minds |
| Some parallel to our lives |
| I’m being followed by a sky scanner |
| With old Nasa parts from some |
| Black market dealer |
| In your grade school science project |
| You’re trying to revive |
| Seems to be a delusion of grandeur |
| A twisted fucked up matter |
| A distorted sense of wrong and right |
| And that ain’t right |
| Got your app with the police scanner |
| Mapped out daily planner |
| And the krav maga trainer in case of a fight |
| It’s time to turn the tables on you |
| And get the hell out of dodge |
| Not a moment too soon |
| Gotta flee gotta drain the tank empty |
| This ugly bond is debatable |
| Obviously dysfunctional |
| Although I do admire your stalking abilities |
| No more what ifs, no more what ifs |
| No more, no more, no more |
| No more what ifs, no more what ifs |
| No more entry to your revaged mind |
| I’ll break the mold one of a kind |
| But you say I’m |
| Up yours |
| Forcing me to say |
| You can shove it right, up yours |
| You can stick it right, up yours |
| Where the sun ain’t shining, up yours |
| With your social climbing, up yours |
| You can sit and spin with it, up yours |
| Sit down and rotate, up yours |
| Release the floodgates, up yours |
| Screw yourself and shove it right up yours |
| Directly up yours |