Dead On The Bible

Don't wanna be into the floor
Not where your sister fucked your best friend
No one sits here no more
The dinner table has whores now
Buy her rent, rent her fill
Fill the debt into the Hollywood Hills
So just get out, get out, get out, get out
Don't wanna be here anymore
I quit, your sister sucked my own cock
Can't stand to sit here anymore
We just wait on the phone line
The fear is near, the fear is here
Don't wanna be here anymore
We sit mouth open on the phone line
No crucifixion here no more
The stakes we make with the prize here
I'm out to forget that you have lost
Dead on the bible
Dead on the bible
Dead on the bible
Dead on the bible
Bitter
You'll get addicted
You'll get addicted
You'll get addicted
We're the rifles of addiction
We're the rivals of addiction
Within the wars of addiction
We are the rifles
Create the boredom
We take the pictures on the phone line
We are the rifles of your addictions
We are the bombs on the phone line
Dead on the bible
Dead on the bible
Dead on the bible
Dead on the bible
Bitter
You'll get addicted
You'll get addicted
You'll get addicted
Send my prayers
My prayers
My prayers
To Poland
Send my prayers
In a dead star nation
Send it