Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song When It Hits Home , by - Entombed. Song from the album Morning Star, in the genre Release date: 04.05.2001
Record label: threeman
Song language: English
When It Hits Home |
| Greed, it’s really no mystery |
| Where these people come from |
| Is so fucking plain to see |
| They fist-fuck the planet and smile |
| And lick their fingers clean |
| Hey, you’re better than all the rest |
| You’re God’s special creature |
| Intelligence at it’s best |
| You fist-suck the planet in style |
| And lick your fingers clean |
| But now you wake up in a pile of shit |
| Gone is the dream |
| And you scream but there’s no one there |
| You got to pay your own fare |
| Your dick is sore and you’re all alone |
| Hurts like hell when it hits home |
| Now, listen |
| Prepare to suck cock in hell |
| It’s really not all that bad |
| Once you get past the smell |
| You fist-fucked the planet and smiled |
| And licked your fingers clean |
| As Gods come and go |
| You did not make the winning team |
| So you scream but there’s no one there |
| You got to pay your own fare |
| Your dick is sore and you’re all alone |
| Hurts like hell when it hits home |
| When it hits home |
| You’re God’s special little creature |