Smoke Society

Smoke Society - To the Devil His Dues songtekst

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Smoke Society
Heel Boy
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I've listened to you for far too long
No style, no talent, no power
Just a mouth full of foul words
My fist would fit right in there

Cashing in on empty threats
Is definitely my favourite sport

An appetite for violence
Slowly rising through
But I won't waste my hate
You're far too worthless

You're a fucking dog
Tail between your legs
Barking at my feet
Asking to be beaten down

Heel, boy

Making real enemies
Is beyond your talent
Offering empty insults
Is all you're capable of

Scream all you like
You can't handle me
Take your best shot
Time to have you neutered

Running out of patience
I gave you fair warning
Now you have my attention
Now you have to face me

An appetite for violence
Slowly rising through
But I won't waste my hate
You're far too worthless

You're a fucking dog
Tail between your legs
Yanking on your leash
Just accept that I'm stronger

Heel, boy
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