Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Evil Deeds , by - As We Fight. Song from the album Meet Your Maker, in the genre Release date: 28.05.2009
Record label: Dockyard 1
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Evil Deeds , by - As We Fight. Song from the album Meet Your Maker, in the genre Evil Deeds |
| Lord please forgive me for what I do |
| For I know not what I’ve done |
| Father please forgive me for I know not what I do |
| I just never had the chance to ever meet you |
| Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be |
| My mother’s evil seeding do these evil deeds |
| Momma had a baby and it’s head popped off |
| (head popped off, head popped off, head popped off, head popped off, |
| head popped off) |
| My momma don’t want me, the next thing I know I’m gettin' dropped off |
| (gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped |
| off) |
| Ring ring ring, on the door bell of the next door neighbors on their front porch |
| (their front porch, their front porch, their front porch, their front porch) |
| But they didn’t want me neither so they left me on someone else’s lawn |
| (else's lawn, else’s lawn, else’s lawn) |
| Till somebody finally took me in, my great aunt, uncle Edna 'n Charles |
| (Edna 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles) |
| They were the ones who were left in charge |
| My elementary they gang up on me and sang this song |
| (sang this song, sang this song, sang this song, sang this song) |
| It went a little something like Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb |
| Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn |
| Momma why do they keep saying this I just don’t understand, understand |
| And by the way, where’s my dad? |
| Father please forgive me for I know not what I do |
| I just never had the chance to ever meet you |
| Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be |
| My mother’s evil seeding do these evil deeds |
| Predominantly, predominantly, everything’s always predominantly |
| Predominantly white, predominantly black |
| Well, what about me, where does that leave me |
| Well I guess that I’m between predominantly both of 'em |
| I think if I hear that fuckin' word again I’mma scream |
| While I’m projectile vomiting, what do I look like, a comedian to you? |
| Do you think that I’m kidding? |
| What do I look like some kind of idi-wait a minute, sh*t, don’t answer that |
| Why am I so misunderstood? |
| Why do I go through so much bullshit, it sucks bullshit, it’s tush mull bish |
| Woe is me, there goes poor Marshall again |
| Whining about his millions and his mansion and his sorrow he’s always drownin' |
| in |
| And the dad that he never had, and how his childhood was so bad |
| And how his mom was a dope addict, and his ex-wife how they go at it |
| Man I’d hate to have it, as bad as that Mr. Mather’s claims he had it |
| I can’t imagine it, that little rich poor white bastard |
| Needs to take some of that cash out the bank and take a bath in it |
| Man if I only had half of it if you only knew the half of it |
| Father please forgive me for I know not what I do |
| I just never had the chance to ever meet you |
| Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be |
| My mother’s evil seeding do these evil deeds |
| Evil deeds, while I plant these evil seeds |
| Please release me from these deamons |
| I never had any of this shit planned ma, please believe |
| I don’t wanna be Satan’s spawn, never got the chance to say I’m sorry |
| Now look at all the pain I caused |
| Dear Santa Clause, why you not comin' this year again |
| What did I do that was so bad to deserve this |
| Everything could have been so perfect |
| But life ain’t a fairytale, I’m about to be hoist up in the air |
| Forty feet below me, there’s people everywhere |
| I don’t even know what it feel like, they know me cause I’m in this ferris wheel |
| And all i wanna do is go to the mall and take hailie on the carousel |
| Without this crowd everywhere I go, but life is like a merry-go-round |
| Here we go now, doe see doe now, curtains up, the show must go now |
| Ring around the rosie, the shows over, you can all go home now |
| But the curtain just don’t close for me, this ain’t how fame is supposed to be |
| Where’s the switch I could just turn off and on, this ain’t what I chose to be |
| So please god, give me the strength to have what it takes to carry on |
| Till I pass 50 back the baton, the camera’s on, my soul is gone |
| Father please forgive me for I know not what I do |
| I just never had the chance to ever meet you |
| Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be |
| My mother’s evil seeding do these evil deeds |
| Father please forgive me for I know not what I do |
| I just never had the chance to ever meet you |
| Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be |
| My mother’s evil seeding do these evil deeds |
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|---|---|
| Slay The Firstborn | 2006 |
| Resistance | 2004 |
| Embrace This Hell | 2004 |
| Catalyst Of Terror | 2004 |
| Ignite The Fire | 2004 |
| Unreachable | 2004 |
| I Bury My Head In My Hands | 2004 |
| Dead Man's Hand | 2004 |
| Black Nails And Bloody Wrists | 2004 |
| Bringing It All Together | 2004 |
| Lost To The Madness | 2004 |
| This Fuck You Is My Last Goodbye | 2006 |
| The Orchestra Of Death | 2006 |
| Where Eagles Turn | 2006 |
| Annihilation | 2006 |
| Standing At The Gates Of Failure | 2006 |
| Escaping The Poisoned Hands Of Despair | 2006 |
| Left In Torment | 2006 |
| Breathe The Disease | 2006 |
| Coldhearted | 2006 |