Fatter Than Albert - Spitting Contest lyrics

No! There was never a prize in sight! My, my, my What a surprise Your friends in sheep's? clothing Have shed their disguise I had a plan to crash into the night Instead she crossed that line What's that bad taste in my mouth? (repeats, except last two lines: instead I fed a lie That's that bad taste in my mouth) They keep a watchful eye from planes To make sure your city's safe and sound They keep a watchful eye from planes They put them up we'll shoot them down I had a plan to crash into the night Not to be stood up! So don't call on me for your last call redemption You temptation who*e Enough! Enough!! You lied, you lied Fake operation Sadie You lied, you lied Fake operation Sadie It's all wrong There was never a prize in sight So don't call on me