Bizzy Bone

Bizzy Bone - Fine Talkers lyrics

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I'm fed up with your lies

I am tired of your promises.

Your words make me sick,

Your words make me sick,

I am tired of your promises.

Your words make me sick,

Impostor of modern times



Fine talkers, fine talkers

You've big mouth, great defenders

Fine talkers, fine talkers

You could betray your mothers



You don't know the doubt.

Your road is sown of swindle.

you think you're with shelter.

Deceiver, fear our anger.



You, policies

You, opportunists

You, careerists

You, fucking liars

You, policies

You, opportunists

You, careerists

You, fucking liars



Fine talkers, fine talkers

You've big mouth, great defenders

Fine talkers, fine talkers

You could betray your mothers



It's over, I hope it's over.

You will not win over 

anybody anymore.

We will stop you

in your insane race

Be afraid, fear me.

take care of your ass.

Your thirst of power

Cannot dried up.

You'll get wasted by your acts

Early or late, your time will come.
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