| We’re all just bags of meat and blood
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| Trying not to be punctured
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| Bundles of nerves and veins
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| So vainly averse to pain
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| Just hunks of gristle and gore
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| That can’t take this any more
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| Just sacks of guts and bone
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| Desperate not to die alone
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| Hi, I’m a sweet boy, made out of meat, boy
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| Need to save my lady from the baddie with the beef, boy
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| Got to beat this doctor fetus, he’s a creep boy
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| What a learning curve, it’s certainly steep, boy
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| Keep you up at night, don’t deserve any sleep, boy
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| Leave you hanging from the side of your seat, boy
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| You’re gonna be born, die, then repeat, boy
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| What’s the matter, you look white as a sheet, boy
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| I don’t believe you’re in the league for the feat, boy
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| You’re gonna keep seeing heaps of defeat, boy
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| Better leave the kitchen if you’re bothered by the heat, boy
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| Spinning razors, better pray and then leap, boy
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| Feel the breeze of the blades on your feet, boy
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| By the way, there’s no way you can cheat, boy
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| This is something only the elite will complete, boy
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| We can see how bad you wanna be the Meat Boy
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| We’re all just bags of meat and blood
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| Trying not to be punctured
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| Bundles of nerves and veins
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| So vainly averse to pain
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| Just hunks of gristle and gore
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| That can’t take this any more
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| Just sacks of guts and bone
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| Desperate not to die alone
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| Funny creature
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| Is he gonna beat ya?
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| He’s gonna beat ya
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| Ouch!
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| (Hey) Never quit, will I make it? |
| No, yes
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| Very quick, but I make slow progress
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| So frustrating, but wait, don’t protest
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| Fate’s close in the chase, say «Hello death»
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| Blow breath in his face 'cause you know best
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| No less than the greatest, so blessed
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| Don’t stress 'cause the greatest mistake
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| You can make in this game is inflaming the rage
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| Instead of taking, embracing the pain
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| With the patience of saints operating your brain
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| (Ahh) How many ways can you fall to your doom?
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| 'Til you swear fate’s rubbing salt in the wounds (hah)
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| But even the toughest enemy
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| Crumbles to dust under muscle memory
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| Now he’s just a memory that’s corrupt, so delete, boy
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| And put your trust in the Meat Boy
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| We’re all just bags of meat and blood
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| Trying not to be punctured
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| Bundles of nerves and veins
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| So vainly averse to pain
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| Just hunks of gristle and gore
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| That can’t take this any more
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| Just sacks of guts and bone
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| Desperate not to die alone
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| Funny creature
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| Is he gonna beat ya?
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| He’s gonna beat ya
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| Ouch!
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| We’re all just bags of meat and blood
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| Trying not to be punctured
|
| Bundles of nerves and veins
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| So vainly averse to pain
|
| Just hunks of gristle and gore
|
| That can’t take this any more
|
| Just sacks of guts and bone
|
| Desperate not to die alone
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| Funny creature
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| Is he gonna beat ya?
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| He’s gonna beat ya
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| Ouch!
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| Funny creature
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| Is he gonna beat ya?
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| He’s gonna beat ya
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy
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| Ouch!
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| Meat Boy, super Meat Boy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Super Meat Boy , by - Dan Bull. Song from the album Generation Gaming XVI, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп