paroles de chanson Death On Two Legs (Live, European Tour / 1979) - Queen

You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you breach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You've taken all my money - you still want more,
Misguided old mule
With your pigheaded rules
With your narrow-minded cronies who are fools
of the first division -
Death on two legs -
you're tearing me apart,
Death on two legs
You never had a heart of your own -
Kill joy, Bad guy,
Big talking, Small fry
You're just an old barrow-boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me,
Can you face me -
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good, are you satisfied
Do you feel like suicide (I think you should)
Is your conscience all right,
Do you feel good - Feel good!
Talk like a big business tycoon,
But you're just a hot-air balloon,
So no one gives you a damn,
You're just an overgrown school-boy
Let me tan your hide.
A dog with disease,
King of the 'sleaze'
Put your money where your mouth is Mr. Know all,
Was the fin on your back part of the deal...(shark!)
Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs -
you never had a heart of your own,
(You never did, right from the start)
Insane, you should be put inside,
you're a sewer-rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Then make yourself null-and-void,
Make mee feel good
I feel good.