Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't You Push Me, artist - Tribal Ink. Album song Surrounded By Freaks, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 25.03.2003
Record label: Bonnier Music Sweden
Song language: English
Don't You Push Me |
Try to maintain and put word to this game |
And explain why my patience is wearing me thin |
I’m surrounded by freaks who believe when I speak |
That I worship the ground that they walk with their feet |
With their suits and their ties and their wherefores and whys |
And the cast that they hide with their smiles and they lie |
And they don’t give a damn till the day that you crack |
And you flip and find out that you want to sit back |
But they laugh at me, mom, and they laugh at me why |
At you carving your name in my arm with this knife |
And you know that it keeps me from losing control, |
It’s the only thing that’s keeping me from slitting your neck, ya’ll |
Don’t you push me, |
Don’t push your luck, baby, coz you’re fuckin' with the enemy. |
Don’t you push me |
Coz I can be your best friend or your motherfuckin' enemy. |
Don’t you push me, |
Don’t push your luck, baby, I can be your worst enemy. |
Don’t you push me |
Coz I can be your best friend or your worst fuckin' enemy. |
They… me and they’re draggin' me, drawin' me downward, |
And smackin' me sideways I’m fallin' |
And maybe I should be just like in the movies |
And not give a fuck and just… with the music. |
Surrounded by cops as I raise my hands up, |
There’s a round of applause ??? |
that’s a wrap, |
They say war is a fashion and fame is a concert, but pains a reaction, |
The pain is what you don’t get. |
Don’t you push me, |
Don’t push your luck, baby, coz you’re fuckin' with the enemy. |
Don’t you push me |
Coz I can be your best friend or your motherfuckin' enemy. |
Don’t you push me, |
Don’t push your luck, baby, I can be your worst enemy. |
Don’t you push me |
Coz I can be your best friend or your worst fuckin' enemy. |
Try to maintain and put word to this game |
And explain why my patience is wearing me thin. |
I’m surrounded by freaks who believe when I speak |
That I worship the ground that they walk with their feet. |
With their suits and their ties and their wherefores and whys |
And the cast that they hide with their smiles and they lie |
And they don’t give a damn till the day that you crack |
And you flip and find out that you want to sit back. |
But they laugh at me, mom, and they laugh at me why |
At you carving your name in my arm with this knife |
And you know that it keeps me from losing control, |
It’s the only thing that’s keeping me from slitting your neck, ya’ll: |
Don’t you push me, |
Don’t push your luck, baby, coz you’re fuckin' with the enemy. |
Don’t you push me |
Coz I can be your best friend or your motherfuckin' enemy. |
Don’t you push me, |
Don’t push your luck, baby, I can be your worst enemy. |
Don’t you push me |
Coz I can be your best friend or your worst fuckin' enemy. |
Don’t, you, push me! |
Don’t, you, push me! |
Don’t you push me, |
Don’t push your luck, baby, coz you’re fuckin' with the enemy. |
Don’t you push me |
Coz I can be your best friend or your motherfuckin' enemy. |