Blood On the Dance Floor - Oh What a Pity! текст песни

Текст песни Oh What a Pity! - Blood On the Dance Floor



Oh, look what you become, you tragedy
Manipulate the masses, huh? You toxic
I've come to spell the real tea, here's some light for the shade
And we're not even at the best part yet
You're just a walking fraud, your garbage bag
How can you live with the shame? How embarrassing
Why don't you the tell the people the real truth?
How you're a prostitute who sucks dick for money
Narcissistic, shallow
Rotten and you're hollow
Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth
You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
You sick of the shame? Oh, what a pity
Narcissistic, shallow
Rotten and you're hollow
Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth
You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
You sick of the shame? Oh, what a pity
Fabricate me as a villain, you're comical
Desperately craving attention, egotistical
And you're just like a used condom wrappered
Torn up, fucked-up, and thrown away
I wrote this song to remind myself
Show pity they're below you, hope they get some help
Just remember through every storm
There's always a rainbow at the end of the rain
Narcissistic, shallow
Rotten and you're hollow
Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth
You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
You sick of the shame? Oh, what a pity
Narcissistic, shallow
Rotten and you're hollow
Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth
You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
You sick of the shame? Oh, what a pity
I feel sorry for people like you
Who hold hate inside of their hearts
You know, you can't kill my dreams
So you assassinate my character
Narcissistic, shallow
Rotten and you're hollow
Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth
You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
You sick of the shame? Oh, what a pity
(Hey, quit lyin', bitch!)
I feel sorry for people like you
Who hold hands inside of their hearts
You know, you can't kill my dreams
So you, assassinate my character
Narcissistic, shallow
Rotten and you're hollow
Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth
You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
You sick of the shame? Oh, what a pity
I don't give a damn
I don't give a damn
Keep hiding in your darkness while I'm shining in my light



Авторы: Jesus Torres


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дата релиза
05-09-2019




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