Friday, September 10, 2010

No Sympathy

(Lyrics: Sam Sinister)


Been up all night and I'm okay
Half a bottle of booze, halfway through the day
Well the band sounds good and it's time to play
At the end of the night it's gonna be okay
Half a bottle of booze, halfway through the day

So F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
If you don't like the things we do
B-I-T-E-M-E
You don't get no sympathy

Hope the policeman don't show up here tonight
No one better try to fuck up my night
Well if they don't like what I got to say,
Everybody better get outta my way
Everybody's taking sides at the show tonight

C'mon now

No one's showin' any signs of life
No one's showin' any signs of life
Well people try to tell us what to play
We don't know how to play any way
Everybody's taking sides at the show tonight

C'mon, I said
So F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
If you don't like the things we do
S-T-U-P-I-D is what you are to me, yeah yeah yeah
B-I-T-E-M-E
You don't get no sympathy
I won't feel bad when you D-I-E
When you D-I-E

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