Big Trouble
whatever makes you tick
is what makes me crawl
through the mud, the blood, and the mammaries
and the worst of it all
what have you seen my past
you shouldn't see
(woof)
love me like each breath you use
and use me like you breathe
'cause you make me feel
like a zombie
forever fall into pieces
all over your feet
woe is me
I'm a zombie
you look bodacious
in that guillotine
the way you look right through me, girl
it sucks me down the street
and I pray for days
when we're quarantined and squirreled away
'cause one-on-one with you
it's like wounded outlaws on the run
and you make me feel
like a zombie
forever fall into pieces
all over your feet
woe is me
I'm a zombie
forever falling like peanut brittle
all over your tits
you walk like a man
but you talk like a fool
you strut like a stallion
but you hump like a mule
you walk like a man
but you talk like a fool
you strut like a stallion
but you fuck like a mule
well I'm a son of a gun
I'm the outcome of cum
the way I feel inside you, girl
I'm the bratwurst in your bun
and you make me feel
like a zombie
is what makes me crawl
through the mud, the blood, and the mammaries
and the worst of it all
what have you seen my past
you shouldn't see
(woof)
love me like each breath you use
and use me like you breathe
'cause you make me feel
like a zombie
forever fall into pieces
all over your feet
woe is me
I'm a zombie
you look bodacious
in that guillotine
the way you look right through me, girl
it sucks me down the street
and I pray for days
when we're quarantined and squirreled away
'cause one-on-one with you
it's like wounded outlaws on the run
and you make me feel
like a zombie
forever fall into pieces
all over your feet
woe is me
I'm a zombie
forever falling like peanut brittle
all over your tits
you walk like a man
but you talk like a fool
you strut like a stallion
but you hump like a mule
you walk like a man
but you talk like a fool
you strut like a stallion
but you fuck like a mule
well I'm a son of a gun
I'm the outcome of cum
the way I feel inside you, girl
I'm the bratwurst in your bun
and you make me feel
like a zombie
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Sean Powell, William Blaise Dufala, Christopher Joshua Shar, Russell Scott Higbee, Ryan Patrick Kattner
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.