Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Getting What He Asked For, artist - Direct Hit!. Album song Brainless God, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 02.09.2013
Record label: Red Scare
Song language: English
Getting What He Asked For |
| She’s got a tale to tell, well, the detonation |
| Put a shotgun there in her lap was her patience |
| Gone? |
| Yeah, you’d better believe it |
| She’d been holed up here for a decade or two |
| But made a goddamn choice — End it all, end it now so you’d |
| Better quit your complaining |
| Through the front door in the kitchen |
| Heard the door slam, wondered what she’s missing |
| Takes a breath, welcomes death, holds back a cough |
| Well she’d been dealing with this motherfucking man in her home |
| Who shouldn’t live to see what the ending is like, oh no |
| She’s not letting him get there |
| If he was man enough for a minute or two |
| He might’ve seen this coming from a mile away, don’t you |
| Think she’s got a good reason? |
| Through the front door in the kitchen |
| Heard the door slam, wondered what he’s missing |
| Then she turned tail, and took the first door |
| She made a statement: «You're getting what you asked for» |
| Cut him up, cut him up with a hacksaw |
| In his blood, in his blood’s where she’ll end up |
| Ashes and dust — like the whole population |
| Of planet earth, yeah you bet — that’s where they’ll join up |
| «But for the first time in 20 years I’m |
| Happy to be in my house, so I might light |
| A cigarette,» tells herself, holds back a cough |
| As the bomb tears her ass off |
| First thing he saw was the glitter of the saw in her hand — |
| He didn’t get it at first cause he didn’t quite understand |
| Why she even would bother |
| Tries to lock up the door, but he can’t — |
| She kicked it in didn’t matter if he latched it |
| Didn’t speak up, didn’t get to, because his head blew apart |
| She cut him up, cut him up with a hacksaw |
| And in his blood, in his blood’s where she ends up |
| Ashes and dust like the whole population |
| Of planet earth — yeah you bet that’s where they’ll join up |
| But as the world ends, it’s hard to pretend |
| She got her way, and it’s a satisfying end |
| Closes her eyes, takes a drag, has a last thought |
| As she climbs off the carpet |
| Ears still ringing from the detonation |
| And a shotgun sitting to the side of a cut up dude |
| It’s not so fucking depressing |