Riffraff
I was working as a bouncer at a discotheque
When a guy rushed in and I grabbed him by the neck
He said "Let go, son, and I will take you to the top"
Now I'm there, doing fine and I don't think I will stop
He showed me tricks how to pull their puppet strings
He showed me how to crush them and how to clip their wings
Soon I would use these skills to make short work of him
He taught me well but now I think I'll hit the gym
That's all right
One thing I know for sure is how to pick my fights
I love this mess
And I love me some distress
My future is bright
They are ready to charge for me into the light
But they won't return
Serves them right, they all shall burn
I am a sick man. I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man
Some of them say that I am clinically insane
But most are meek and think I'm some kind of John Wayne
They love me, they lick my boots and they want to sniff my farts
But in fact I hate their guts from the bottom of my heart
I am too good for them, I'm too good to be true
They don't deserve me and they know this through and through
They are much worse than me, they really have no shame
Neither have I but I won't be the one to blame
That's all right
One thing I know for sure is how to pick my fights
I love this mess
And I love me some distress
My future is bright
They are ready to charge for me into the light
But they won't return
Serves them right, they all shall burn
I am a sick man. I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man
When a guy rushed in and I grabbed him by the neck
He said "Let go, son, and I will take you to the top"
Now I'm there, doing fine and I don't think I will stop
He showed me tricks how to pull their puppet strings
He showed me how to crush them and how to clip their wings
Soon I would use these skills to make short work of him
He taught me well but now I think I'll hit the gym
That's all right
One thing I know for sure is how to pick my fights
I love this mess
And I love me some distress
My future is bright
They are ready to charge for me into the light
But they won't return
Serves them right, they all shall burn
I am a sick man. I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man
Some of them say that I am clinically insane
But most are meek and think I'm some kind of John Wayne
They love me, they lick my boots and they want to sniff my farts
But in fact I hate their guts from the bottom of my heart
I am too good for them, I'm too good to be true
They don't deserve me and they know this through and through
They are much worse than me, they really have no shame
Neither have I but I won't be the one to blame
That's all right
One thing I know for sure is how to pick my fights
I love this mess
And I love me some distress
My future is bright
They are ready to charge for me into the light
But they won't return
Serves them right, they all shall burn
I am a sick man. I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man
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Writer(s): Milutin Krasevic
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