Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Piss On My Neck And Tell Me It's Raining, artist - Death By Stereo.
Date of issue: 06.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Piss On My Neck And Tell Me It's Raining |
The more we fail, the higher the ratings, higher the ratings, |
The more we fail, it’s the image your making, it’s the image your making |
Drawn in dirt and blood from our hands, |
Mass self destruction, your means to an end |
Hate fuck this revolting world, hate fuck |
Hate fuck this revolting world, hate fuck |
Open wide as I fuck you in the mouth, block the lies from gouging my eyes out, |
Choke on my cum, enjoy your last breath, turning blue we celebrate your death |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, the young die fast, you fuck the rest, |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, the young die fast, you fuck the rest, |
I’ll drag this dagger across your throat, with every fucking word I’ve wrote |
Stoop and you’ll be steeped on, stand tall and you’ll be shot, |
We give up on ourselves, to be someone we’re not, |
Dedicated to the human cause, without a rest, without a pause, |
I’ll speak my mind until my dying breath, this fight lives on, beyond our death |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, the young die fast, you fuck the rest, |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, the young die fast, you fuck the rest, |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, the young die fast, you fuck the rest, |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, the young die fast, you fuck the rest |
Blood sucking scumfuck, I will erase you from this world, |
Power mad orgy begins to curdle, |
As I bend your head and snap your neck, |
Spill a drop of blood for each life you’ve wrecked, |
When your well runs dry, no blood to spill, |
One look at your face and its making me ill, |
When your well runs dry no blood to spill, |
Castrate the pig, a testament to free will |
The absolute rejection of authority, |
The absolute rejection of authority, |
The absolute rejection of authority, |
I’ll drag this dagger across your throat, with every fucking word I’ve wrote |