Skid Row - Get the Fuck Out paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Get the Fuck Out - Skid Row



Your jokes ain't funny
And there's nothin' you say
That I wanna hear
The sound of the door
Slammin' your ass out
Is music to my ears
If I can't beat you then
I'm gonna beat you to a pulp
So can the TV-rays
And take my tonsil glaze
Right down your throat
You're standin' too close
What the fuck's with you?
You ain't my old lady
And you ain't a tattoo
No need to whimper
No need to shout
This party's over
So get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Well I puke, I stink bitch give me a drink
'Cause i'm payin' for the room
I ain't buying you breakfast
So keep your mouth busy and wrap your lips
All around my attitude
Take a walk with me
With your triple double D's
And your 40-foot do
Why you walkin' funny?
You must have spent some time
With the boys in the crew
You're standin' too close
What the fuck's with you?
You ain't my old lady
And you ain't a tattoo
No need to whimper
No need to shout
This party's over
So get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Know what i'm saying?
Fuck you if you can't take a joke, man
The morning's coming
And this is my bed
If I find you here when I wake up
The maid is gonna find me dead
You're standin' too close
What the fuck's with you?
You ain't my old lady
And you ain't a tattoo
No need to whimper
No need to shout
This party's over
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out



Writer(s): David Michael Sabo, Rachel Bolan Southworth


Skid Row - Slave to the Grind
Album Slave to the Grind
date de sortie
18-06-1991




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