I said run, and you won't be able to see me
Because you'll be bleeding from the eyes.
The thought of your genitals makes me sick
And I bet you could fit five cocks up that ass.
Why don't you just strap a mattress to your back?
These are the last days of the rest of your life.
Next time I want a better excuse.
Dropped like a bad habit.
These are the last days of the rest of your life.
I wash my hands of you all.
My slate is clean and ill be smiling all the way to the bank.
Face down, ass up.
I want to destroy something beautiful.
By the end I want everyone dead.
By the end I'm going to be the only one standing.
Not even your children are safe.
See You Next Tuesday Video (MV)
Performed By: The Acacia Strain
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: DANIEL DAPONDE, DANIEL LASKIEWICZ, KEVIN BOUTOT, SETH COLEMAN, VINCENT BENNETT
The Acacia Strain - See You Next Tuesday Lyrics
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I said run, and you won't be able to see me
Because you'll be bleeding from the eyes.
The thought of your genitals makes me sick
And I bet you could fit five cocks up that ass.
Why don't you just strap a mattress to your back?
These are the last days of the rest of your life.
Next time I want a better excuse.
Dropped like a bad habit.
These are the last days of the rest of your life.
I wash my hands of you all.
My slate is clean and ill be smiling all the way to the bank.
Face down, ass up.
I want to destroy something beautiful.
By the end I want everyone dead.
By the end I'm going to be the only one standing.
Not even your children are safe.
Because you'll be bleeding from the eyes.
The thought of your genitals makes me sick
And I bet you could fit five cocks up that ass.
Why don't you just strap a mattress to your back?
These are the last days of the rest of your life.
Next time I want a better excuse.
Dropped like a bad habit.
These are the last days of the rest of your life.
I wash my hands of you all.
My slate is clean and ill be smiling all the way to the bank.
Face down, ass up.
I want to destroy something beautiful.
By the end I want everyone dead.
By the end I'm going to be the only one standing.
Not even your children are safe.
Writer: DANIEL DAPONDE, DANIEL LASKIEWICZ, KEVIN BOUTOT, SETH COLEMAN, VINCENT BENNETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico