http://naomiking.bandcamp.com/album/balls-of-steel Psycho © Naomi King, 2013 -- Smile to me, lie to me Tell me just how good it's gonna be Rope me in and say you're welcome All this is, all business Front and back it's money kisses Nothing but that matters to you But without us, who are you? I hope that you know That without us, you are screwed, yeah You're a mother fucking psycho, woah-oh Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground Mother fucking psycho, woah-oh Tear the pieces down, tear the pieces down Mother fucking psycho, oh There goes one more, out the door Fed up with you money whores Count them off like ants you're crushing Control me, just own me You think you're everything to me Don't you know, you're nothing and yeah 'Cause without us, who are you? I hope that you know That when we are gone you're screwed, yeah You're all mother fucking psychos, woah-oh Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground Mother fucking psychos, woah-oh Tear the pieces down, tear the pieces down Mother fucking psychos Don't you know what you had was gold Ruined, ruined, torn down by the greedy and Now, all you have is mould Ruined, ruined, torn down by the greedy and The greedy and, the greedy and, the greedy is you You're a mother fucking psycho, woah-oh Let me tell you now, let me tell you how We are gonna just go, woah-oh You are going down, you are going down Mother fucking psychos, woah-oh Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground Mother fucking psychos, woah-oh Tear the pieces down, tear the pieces down Mother fucking psychos, woah-oh Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground Mother fucking psychos, woah-oh Tear the pieces down, tear the pieces down Mother fucking psychos, woah-oh oh.

• published: 24 Aug 2013
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