a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

sunday - phone & rock lyrics

Loading...

sundays come i don’t know what i’ve done
my friends all hate me and i know why

cause i’m a mongrel
a grubber
a f-ckin’ p-ss head

but you’re an -ssh0l-
a dunce hat
a dead sh-t drop kick

sunday, i feel so f-ckin’ sc-mmy c-nt
old mate, let’s get some f-ckin’ beer and that
ciggies, and 3/4 pants
because my mum still dresses me
and i’m turning 33

[chorus]

on sunday, my head is swollen eyes are black
i’m coughing up my lungs i start to hack
this binge has gone too long to ever turn out well for you
my bowels are leaking poo and wee
and all signs point to misery cause

[chorus]

sunday, it feels like i’ve been torn apart
old mate, can i get some mercy man
ciggies, i need a few packs at least
because my mum she dresses me
my middle name is misery

[chorus]

sunday, there’s yack all in the sink again
old mate, can ya p-ss the buey man
right now, i could pack it to the sky
cause i need some therapy
and then my mum who dresses me

i wake up, sh-t eating grin is plastered on my face
not long ’til it’s gone though cause we trashed the f-cking place
say good morning to old girl, she tells me to eat sh-t
i dont know just why she hates me, but
these pants mum bought are sik

[chorus]

a dead set grubby c-nt

- phone rock lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular

Loading...