Roll Call
Two of you, I'll be dead or put away.
1 time, zero breaks when it's said and done.
Now here's your stupid roll call.
Fuck you, fuck your friends, fuck the courts, fuck it all.
Fuck your job, fuck your pad, fuck the judge and on and on
Fuck you, fuck your friends, fuck the courts, fuck it all.
Fuck your job, fuck your pad, fuck this song and on and on . . . .
1 time, zero breaks when it's said and done.
Now here's your stupid roll call.
Fuck you, fuck your friends, fuck the courts, fuck it all.
Fuck your job, fuck your pad, fuck the judge and on and on
Fuck you, fuck your friends, fuck the courts, fuck it all.
Fuck your job, fuck your pad, fuck this song and on and on . . . .
Credits
Writer(s): Finn Mccarthy, Jason Fuller
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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