Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lush Rimbaugh , by - Senses Fail. Release date: 03.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lush Rimbaugh |
| God, send the meteor |
| Cause I’ve had enough of this |
| And I’d like to see some good |
| Ole fashioned wrathful testament |
| Why why is it so hard to |
| Try try to be open to |
| Eyes eyes that are not yours |
| In shoes you’ve never walked in? |
| When I heard you were dying I have to admit |
| That I felt a bit of sympathy |
| But then you open your mouth and confirmed to me |
| That you’re a piece of shit and I’m glad you’re suffering |
| You fuck |
| I’m not sorry, I’m not fucking sorry |
| I’m not sorry anymore, oh whoa |
| There’s a special place in hell for you |
| There’s a special place in hell for you |
| I’m sure they’ve got your number at the door |
| When I was young I used to hate myself |
| Because bigots like you were given pedestals |
| You proselytize in the name of religion |
| But it’s all for show you’re gonna be locked out of heaven |
| There is no repenting, there is no coming back |
| You’re going to hell with a mark on your back |
| Where you’ll fry like a saint but unlike Joan of Arc |
| You’re not worth the piss to put out the spark |
| I’m not sorry, I’m not fucking sorry |
| I’m not sorry anymore, oh whoa |
| There’s a special place in hell for you |
| There’s a special place in hell for you |
| I’m sure they’ve got your number at the door |
| You spend your whole life trying to make others |
| Feel bad for things they can not control |
| And now you’re dying clinging on to all the |
| Things you tell yourself but you know in your soul |
| You will be forgotten |
| And you will be forgotten like the snow and the ice |
| While basking in a warm summer sun |
| I’m not sorry, I’m not fucking sorry |
| I’m not sorry anymore, oh whoa |
| There’s a special place in hell for you |
| There’s a special place in hell for you |
| I’m sure they’ve got your number at the door |