Acid Rain
Bring it!
I'm getting sick of this shit
I'm sick of all this pain, I'm sick of all the cold emotion
Sick of trying to explain to doctors why I keep on overdosing
Sick of going through the motions, sick of disappointment
In and out of jobs, wondering what the fucking point is
Sick of fake friends who'd be glad to help you burn the cash
But if you down they'd gladly stab you when you turn your back
A true friend is always there to offer you a hand
Not put their hand out when it all goes as planned
Fuck you to the punk bitch cunts who left me stranded
So many nights I spent alone but fuck I'm still standing
I'm sick of being told I have a drinking problem, it's not a problem
It's what happens when you've got them
And you don't know how to solve them
I love you Mom, you're always there
You always help, you always know
When I can't take this fucking life, I could have lost it long ago
I'm haunted by the memories of our fights
But Dad I understand
You're there for me through thick and thin
Unlike your dad, I love you man
And brother I'm so proud of you for all you've achieved
Your life, your job, your wife and son, and all you believe
I'll never have what you have, I'm way too fucked up
I'll never have a wife and kids, ain't got enough trust
And fuck my ex-bitches, stole my heart and made it burn
I showed you nothing except for love and only got your hate in turn
Fuck all you bullies who made my life hell
Classmates and bosses who made me a shell
Of who I could have been, and what I'll never be
All my hopes and dreams, success I'll never see
I got a list of thirty fucks I'll name you when I'm famous
And getting enough paper to pay for the arraignment
You're the reasons why I hate the judgy ignoramus types
I say that we should get along, you say I hate those fags and dykes
I hate the negroes chinks and spics, really hate the muslims
Bleeding hearted libtards, couldn't think less of them
You make enough snowflakes, and you create an avalanche
The time for compromise is over
Fuck you bitch you've had your chance
Manson lived his life in prison, follow your preacher
Hitler and his mistress took their own, follow your leader
Bang
I'm getting sick of this shit
I'm sick of all this pain, I'm sick of all the cold emotion
Sick of trying to explain to doctors why I keep on overdosing
Sick of going through the motions, sick of disappointment
In and out of jobs, wondering what the fucking point is
Sick of fake friends who'd be glad to help you burn the cash
But if you down they'd gladly stab you when you turn your back
A true friend is always there to offer you a hand
Not put their hand out when it all goes as planned
Fuck you to the punk bitch cunts who left me stranded
So many nights I spent alone but fuck I'm still standing
I'm sick of being told I have a drinking problem, it's not a problem
It's what happens when you've got them
And you don't know how to solve them
I love you Mom, you're always there
You always help, you always know
When I can't take this fucking life, I could have lost it long ago
I'm haunted by the memories of our fights
But Dad I understand
You're there for me through thick and thin
Unlike your dad, I love you man
And brother I'm so proud of you for all you've achieved
Your life, your job, your wife and son, and all you believe
I'll never have what you have, I'm way too fucked up
I'll never have a wife and kids, ain't got enough trust
And fuck my ex-bitches, stole my heart and made it burn
I showed you nothing except for love and only got your hate in turn
Fuck all you bullies who made my life hell
Classmates and bosses who made me a shell
Of who I could have been, and what I'll never be
All my hopes and dreams, success I'll never see
I got a list of thirty fucks I'll name you when I'm famous
And getting enough paper to pay for the arraignment
You're the reasons why I hate the judgy ignoramus types
I say that we should get along, you say I hate those fags and dykes
I hate the negroes chinks and spics, really hate the muslims
Bleeding hearted libtards, couldn't think less of them
You make enough snowflakes, and you create an avalanche
The time for compromise is over
Fuck you bitch you've had your chance
Manson lived his life in prison, follow your preacher
Hitler and his mistress took their own, follow your leader
Bang
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Writer(s): Chad Allen
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