Fix On
I left myself wide open and let your lies inside
I should have seen this coming but I was hit broadside
Because the crap you sell me with your words and tricks
You just keep on pushing till you get your fix
Now you suck on the stones that you've bled
And your voice rings with lies in my head
And I choke on a rock in my throat
While you gloat and you bloat full of shit
I think it turns you on
I think it gets you off
No matter what the cause
You'll get your fix on
I'm seeing right through you
I know the things you do
No matter what the cost
You'll get your fix on
Get your fix on
Get your fix
I think you'd sell your own mother to have the things you crave
You'd rob a babies cradle, you'd rob a deadman's grave
Back stabbing junkie like a cheap crack whore
You forget your friends till you need some more
Now you suck on the stones that you've bled
And your voice rings with lies in my head
And I choke on a rock in my throat
While you gloat and you bloat full of shit
I think it turns you on
I think it gets you off
No matter what the cause
You'll get your fix on
I'm seeing right through you
I know the things you do
No matter what the cost
You'll get your fix on
Get your fix
I have to go and get it...
I think it turns you on
I think it gets you off
No matter what the cause
You'll get your fix on
I'm seeing right through you
I know the things you do
No matter what the cost
You'll get your fix on
I should have seen this coming but I was hit broadside
Because the crap you sell me with your words and tricks
You just keep on pushing till you get your fix
Now you suck on the stones that you've bled
And your voice rings with lies in my head
And I choke on a rock in my throat
While you gloat and you bloat full of shit
I think it turns you on
I think it gets you off
No matter what the cause
You'll get your fix on
I'm seeing right through you
I know the things you do
No matter what the cost
You'll get your fix on
Get your fix on
Get your fix
I think you'd sell your own mother to have the things you crave
You'd rob a babies cradle, you'd rob a deadman's grave
Back stabbing junkie like a cheap crack whore
You forget your friends till you need some more
Now you suck on the stones that you've bled
And your voice rings with lies in my head
And I choke on a rock in my throat
While you gloat and you bloat full of shit
I think it turns you on
I think it gets you off
No matter what the cause
You'll get your fix on
I'm seeing right through you
I know the things you do
No matter what the cost
You'll get your fix on
Get your fix
I have to go and get it...
I think it turns you on
I think it gets you off
No matter what the cause
You'll get your fix on
I'm seeing right through you
I know the things you do
No matter what the cost
You'll get your fix on
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Writer(s): Robert Traynor
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