Sinner

He said, he said, he said
The singer's a sinner
The drummer's a druggy
The bass player is basic
The guitarists get on my tits
It'll be the killing of you
Even when you sin they love you
You prima donna
On your back and you'll never taste so fine, oh yeah

Glad to break down
On the way 'round
With my head thrown
Monkey's head's grown

You'll waste your life
When you're fucking with your mind, oh

He said, he said, he said
Run to your mother
And forget your love life
You're eating nice food tonight
You know you'll never compromise
It will be the one and only
Only there to make you lonely
You prima donna
On your back and you'll never taste so fine



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew William Bell, Eliott Maurice Brown, Owen Gwynfor Davies, Philip Waters, Sean Andrew Phelan
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