Fuck,
Everything you've heard,
I took a bite out of the world,
And it tastes just like dirt,
Look,
I found a secret door,
Built into your wall,
Never seen before,
But I found it anyway.
Stop,
Fucking with my head,
With every word you've said,
I should've staying in bed today,
Enough,
I couldn't give a shit,
All your friends are dicks,
And you just fit right in.
Yeah.
So nah mate,
I ain't finished yet,
International dickhead,
Sucking on a cigarette,
So nah mate,
I don't dress too impress,
International dickhead,
The kind you can't forget.
Yeah.
So,
How'd we get to this?
A nightmare on the ritz,
Next time don't get pissed mate,
This guy,
Ends up in the glass,
Talking out his ass,
And fucks all in his path.
Sometimes,
He loves more than drugs,
And drugs you more than love,
And it's never enough,
But he tells you,
What you want to hear,
And as the smoke clears,
The bastard disappears.
So nah mate,
I ain't finished yet,
International dickhead,
Sucking on a cigarette,
So nah mate,
I don't dress too impress,
International dickhead,
The kind you can't forget.
Yeah.
No I don't need a shirt,
Cause I've always been a blazer,
And I don't need to shave,
Cause I'm sharper than the razor,
So don't ask me for help,
Cause I don't hand out favours,
And you don't need a taste,
Cause I won't be your flavour,
And now you're sad cause,
Nothing is the same,
I won the match,
You lost the game,
And now you won't forget my name,
And now you won't forget my name,
And now you won't forget my name,
And now you won't forget my name,
And now you won't forget my name,
And now you won't forget my fucking name.
So nah mate,
I ain't finished yet,
International dickhead,
Sucking on a cigarette,
So nah mate,
I don't dress too impress,
International dickhead,
The kind you can't forget.
Yeah.
So nah mate,
I ain't finished yet,
International dickhead,
Sucking on a cigarette,
So nah mate,
I don't dress too impress,
International dickhead,
The kind you can't forget.
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