Lyrics

Nasty attitude All the things you do You don't have the right, but God's not always watching you Fail with attitude Everything is fine You won't get a prize, but you will surely make them laugh She's afraid of you All the things you do You don't have the right, but God doesn't care about you Every Sunday afternoon, we'd break your toys Every Sunday afternoon, we'd climb the walls Nothing's quite the same now Nothing's quite the same now Nothing's quite the same now Creepy attitude All the things you do You don't have the right, but Big Brother's not watching you Fail with attitude Everything is fine You won't get a prize, but you will surely make them laugh She's afraid of you All the things you do You don't have the right, but God doesn't care about you Every Sunday afternoon, we'd break your toys Every Sunday afternoon, we'd climb the walls Nothing's quite the same now Nothing's quite the same now Nothing's quite the same now Every Sunday afternoon, we'd break your toys Every Sunday afternoon, we'd climb the walls Nothing's quite the same now Nothing's quite the same now Nothing's quite the same now
Writer(s): Pedro Rousseau Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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