paroles de chanson Thank You, Chef - Pipedream

Oh, mother
You've fucked up, again
You lost your kids and every one of your friends
Save yourself; I'm finished with this

Oh, mother
You're a loaded gun
You're a father walking out on his son
Let me sink to the bottom; I'm done
Break the blocks off my ankles and run

Build a bridge and get over it
You could burn in a flaming, sailing firepit
It's worth very little, anymore
Like it was worth very much before

You're a villain: a filthy, lying thief
There is nothing that can bring you to reality
You're twisted up: a mangled Chevy in the road
The cist on the back of your brain must have blown

Good grief