Y-luk-o
Y-luk-o - Pointless songtekst
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Kids wanna talk Piss you off Throw fists Kinda like shootin at nothing You always miss Wake up in the morning Degrade your worthless life Ride your bike to the mac and shovel more tripe Get ridiculed by the boss all day and not vent Stay till midnight Another day spent Walks in the house looks to the ground His mom's on the floor and she not makin a sound What a way to come home Your mom's beat to shit Dad's in the bathroom with his head split Walks to the safe spins the number dial Puts the gun to his head Sees his mom's alive all the while While the kid's at work his mom takes her licks Three in the morning Go to your job Try to get laid At the end it's all Pointless Friday night and the parents are gone Beers in the kitchen Car's on the lawn All the kids show up no social vice Jocks, geeks, fine bitches... nice You're the life of the party King of the world Mix another and another while your stomach it curled Chick looks in the eyes of this fuckin bitch The stairs start creakin as he gets the itch As she strips down you pitch in your shorts This is better that Sega or any goddamn sport Now your ready to begin this is my favorite sin On you face a big grin... Until her boyfriend walks in