Pharma Harma

Vile shit
Run away
Face to face
Run away
You sit there
In your own salty glare
Behind that screen
You know everything
Gloss the headlines
And now you
Yeah fucking you!
Know everything
Spread your brains with a fucking bullet
People will get over you
But you
Yeah fucking you
Can't get over
Yourself

Spread your brains with a fucking bullet
A bloody ironic organic mullet
You'll be so fucking cool
Suicide is in you fucking tool



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Writer(s): Rob Saunders
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