Friday

Bored
Bored when they introduced me to you
And I'm bored
Bored now
Now that I've met you
Your filthy talk
Don't do much for me
You'd scratch my eyes out in the fourth degree

I take you home
We're all agreed
That the devil may come home
With perfect timing again

What the fuck is that?
Shoot the fucking piano player
Fucking, fucking cunt

Hey, don't you want it?
Everybody's looking at my disrespect
Hey, don't you want it?
Everybody's looking out for my disgrace

Well if you've managed to get this far
You might as well hear the rest of this shite
It's fucking not going to get better
You fucking thick cunt

We don't agree
There is no need
You sick and broke my eyes out in the fourth degree
So I wrote this song for all fucking thick cunts
And a fucking thick cunt

Hey, don't you want it?
Everybody's looking at my disrespect
Hey, don't you want it?
Everybody's looking out for my disgrace



Credits
Writer(s): George Nash
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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