Bomb Threat - Skaca Lyrics

They say that a man at the end of his life
Will have stories to tell
But what are they worth when they say
He is going to hell
Ants on the wall and all over the floor
Aren't going to have a chance
When we come back for more

Everything should f*ck'n change
Everything is all the same
All this bullshit in our music
Bullshit is f*cking sick Skaca

The jig is up yea there is blood on her dress
So who do we blame for this f*ck'n mess
If you don't walk the dog or change the baby
They blame it on a god, or call the f*cking navy

Baby
The navy
Skaca

Break it down

The jig is up yea there is blood on her dress
So who do we blame for this f*ck'n mess
If you don't walk the dog or change the baby
They blame it on a god, or call the f*cking navy

This is just a song with nothing to say
But to think about it, it'll be ok
Because this is something written written with words
About nothing and everything that hurts
So with pleasure we do it for five Skaca