Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitter Thoughts, artist - WHY?.
Date of issue: 04.10.2012
Song language: English
Bitter Thoughts |
Keep your producer guessing |
When you’re in the booth confessing |
And say it was mostly fiction |
If they ever come to get you |
Better bet your bottom dollar |
On the spirit, son, and father |
That I’ll spit and shit and holler, yeah |
Cause I’m my mother’s daughter |
Be warned, my temper burns |
Like a ginger bloke pugilist |
Unconcerned, I never learned to swing elbows |
Or use my fist |
Trying to live and let live and focus |
Invest in problem markets |
But killer’s on a road trip |
His text says not with carcass |
From the backs of tent flyers in pen |
The guilt-racked liar pretends to confess |
When I was a little fat kid |
I’d throw fits and punch doors |
My frame is the same |
I’ve just thinned; |
I want more |
Down pinned on the floor |
Trading places with my shadow |
A pallid sallow corpse |
For a rising hell to swallow |
Fully unarmed or armed under the robes with a staff only |
Or unarmed fully under the robes |
Through the ribs and inner body but |
But for a bulging lung of poison |
Poised to voice its cuts |
And what’s worse, of course |
The sick and bile-y guts |
From the backs of tent flyers in pen |
The guilt-racked liar pretends to confess |
They asked him whether he was sane |
And if he’ll ever kill again |
Take half a clever lawyer’s brain |
To link the weapon to the man |
Bitter thoughts, liver spots |
Or bash your skull on river rocks |
Love you lots, signed mom with hearts |
OXOX on a Hallmark card |
From the backs of tent flyers in pen |
The guilt-racked liar pretends to confess |