F*ck off
F*ck you
Hit that light switch
I can see your face now
Make you get f*cking lost
Ain't no sacred cow
Imagine life, like
Thinking you're a boss
Selfish little bitch
You ain't no f*cking loss
Life for me, is never for the rewards
All this suck dickin's got me f*cking bored
Even your grandma's dying to be adored
You play that blame game
Lame like Henry Ford
F*ck you
I'm past the point of giving chances
I don't got the space for that
It's about time I look out for myself
So it's f*ck you if you're gonna be a rat
I'm past the point of giving chances
I don't got the space for that
It's about time I look out for myself
So it's f*ck you if you're gonna be a rat
F*ck you
Congratulations
You made it to the end of the song
Just a few more seconds now
Yeah, it wont be long
Counting down the seconds
Counting down the hours
Until you zip that f*cking lip
Until you hit the showers
My youth is asleep
Or maybe I'm the one snoozing
Back in the day I'd be asking for that real bruising
Making music for a bunch of people that don't care
I feel empty with that pointless tired fanfare
Please, f*ck off
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F*ck off
F*ck you
Hit that light switch
I can see your face now
Make you get f*cking lost
Ain't no sacred cow
Imagine life, like
Thinking you're a boss
Selfish little bitch
You ain't no f*cking loss
Life for me, is never for the rewards
All this suck dickin's got me f*cking bored
Even your grandma's dying to be adored
You play that blame game
Lame like Henry Ford
F*ck you
I'm past the point of giving chances
I don't got the space for that
It's about time I look out for myself
So it's f*ck you if you're gonna be a rat
I'm past the point of giving chances
I don't got the space for that
It's about time I look out for myself
So it's f*ck you if you're gonna be a rat
F*ck you
Congratulations
You made it to the end of the song
Just a few more seconds now
Yeah, it wont be long
Counting down the seconds
Counting down the hours
Until you zip that f*cking lip
Until you hit the showers
My youth is asleep
Or maybe I'm the one snoozing
Back in the day I'd be asking for that real bruising
Making music for a bunch of people that don't care
I feel empty with that pointless tired fanfare
Please, f*ck off
F*ck you
Hit that light switch
I can see your face now
Make you get f*cking lost
Ain't no sacred cow
Imagine life, like
Thinking you're a boss
Selfish little bitch
You ain't no f*cking loss
Life for me, is never for the rewards
All this suck dickin's got me f*cking bored
Even your grandma's dying to be adored
You play that blame game
Lame like Henry Ford
F*ck you
I'm past the point of giving chances
I don't got the space for that
It's about time I look out for myself
So it's f*ck you if you're gonna be a rat
I'm past the point of giving chances
I don't got the space for that
It's about time I look out for myself
So it's f*ck you if you're gonna be a rat
F*ck you
Congratulations
You made it to the end of the song
Just a few more seconds now
Yeah, it wont be long
Counting down the seconds
Counting down the hours
Until you zip that f*cking lip
Until you hit the showers
My youth is asleep
Or maybe I'm the one snoozing
Back in the day I'd be asking for that real bruising
Making music for a bunch of people that don't care
I feel empty with that pointless tired fanfare
Please, f*ck off
Writer: Wyatt James Shears, Fletcher Steven Shears
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave