Killer Hit

Head stuck in the medicine drawer
Hits back when you're looking for more
You'll get buried six feet under but still alive

Flames spread through the 20th floor
Who knew what the cig had in store
When you left it burning on the counter top

I hope to see you kneeling for your master
Here in the afterlife you say you could've done more right
And on the judgement day your heart will falter
I'm gonna find a way to take your wrongs and make things right

Head stuck in the medicine drawer
Hits back when you're looking for more
You'll get buried six feet under but still alive

Walked home from a liquor galore
And sat down just to pour
And got laid out spread thin all over the ground

You can be the king or street sweeper
But everybody dances with the grim reaper
I pass the message to the afterlife
You can be the king or street sweeper
But everybody dances with the grim reaper
I pass the message to the afterlife



Credits
Writer(s): Diego Amadeo De Veyra Redoblado, Gwen Garimond Guck, Natalio Carlos Madarang Benson
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