Snuff Pop Inc. - BAD BLOOD lyrics

What is left to forget here that doesn't exceed repression? What's the use of acquiring things when they only give birth to obsession? This is the plan after last plan after last plan Heavy losses of the Fall of Man I'm the self-effacing cannibal run out of bread My stomach's upset and my sleep is dead I can't shut myself up anymore My teeth are ground down to the gums And I'm afraid yours truly's incompatible with me BAD BLOOD UNDER MY THUMBS Take me up the creek Dogs chatter up my barked leg I can deal with the feel - it's the look of the abrasions I don't like Take me up the creek Take me up the creep This hike is going neither up nor down Paradimbo's bigger than everything I can hear the pro decoies siren call on merit ramps Will make me cover sorted seconds with their censor stamps There's a green horned ungulate out for my soul More than ready to k** to reach his goal All Snuff Pop Inc. music and lyrics written by Ant Mozart Khadaffi