Lyrics

Fuck off (Fuck you!) Hit that light switch, I can see your face now Make you get fucking lost, ain't no sacred cow Imagine life, like, thinkin' you're a boss Selfish little bitch, you ain't no fucking loss Life for me, is never for the rewards All this suck dickin's got me fucking bored Even your grandpa's dying to be adored You play that blame game, lame like Henry Ford (Fuck you!) I'm past the point of giving chances I don't got the space for that It's about time I look out for myself So it's fuck you if you're gonna be a rat I'm past the point of giving chances I don't got the space for that It's about time I look out for myself So it's fuck you if you're gonna be a rat (Fuck you!) Congratulations, you made it to the end of the song Just a few more seconds now, yeah, it won't be long Counting down the seconds, yeah Counting down the hours, yeah Until you zip that fucking lip, until you hit the showers My youth is asleep or maybe I'm the one snoozing Back in the day I'd be asking for that real bruising Making music for a bunch of people that don't care I feel empty with that pointless tired fanfare Please, fuck off
Writer(s): Fletcher Shears, Wyatt Shears Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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