You're not worth the paper that
Your birth certificate is printed on
You're undeserving, unrelenting
And someone someday will make a fool out of you
It may not be me, or the next, or the next
But someone someday will make a fool out you
Fool out of you
Fool out of you
Fool out of you
I'm starting to think that you're all the same
Creep in like vampires, steal from my veins
Use all my resources and leave scraps to rot
You all are so crooked more crooked than cops
Than lawyers, politicians, presidents, the lot
Worse than those bastards selling my friends bad pot
It may not be me, or the next, or the next
But someone someday will make a fool out you
Fool out of you
Fool out of you
Fool out of you
Sweaver - Fool Out of You Lyrics
Sweaver - Fool Out of You Lyrics
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You're not worth the paper that
Your birth certificate is printed on
You're undeserving, unrelenting
And someone someday will make a fool out of you
It may not be me, or the next, or the next
But someone someday will make a fool out you
Fool out of you
Fool out of you
Fool out of you
I'm starting to think that you're all the same
Creep in like vampires, steal from my veins
Use all my resources and leave scraps to rot
You all are so crooked more crooked than cops
Than lawyers, politicians, presidents, the lot
Worse than those bastards selling my friends bad pot
It may not be me, or the next, or the next
But someone someday will make a fool out you
Fool out of you
Fool out of you
Fool out of you
Your birth certificate is printed on
You're undeserving, unrelenting
And someone someday will make a fool out of you
It may not be me, or the next, or the next
But someone someday will make a fool out you
Fool out of you
Fool out of you
Fool out of you
I'm starting to think that you're all the same
Creep in like vampires, steal from my veins
Use all my resources and leave scraps to rot
You all are so crooked more crooked than cops
Than lawyers, politicians, presidents, the lot
Worse than those bastards selling my friends bad pot
It may not be me, or the next, or the next
But someone someday will make a fool out you
Fool out of you
Fool out of you
Fool out of you
Writer: Samuel Weaver
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