Cage - I Saw A Serbian Film lyrics
[Cage - I Saw A Serbian Film lyrics]
No, no no no no no that's how it ends?
No no no, I do not like this, no no
I like it
Yeah you are sick, that's why you like it
I do like it yeah you are a sick fuck
I like it a lot actually
Yeah you are a sick fuck
You better light that shit up
If you ain't got it
Fucked up, man you are fucking gone
Let's get this bourbon poured
Puff some herb indoors
If life's a bitch then show her
Who the fuck she's workin' for
She's a perfect whore
That little skirt's a score
Life sucks, so you let her
Fuck you until her cervix is torn
And then a turd is born
Another worthless corn
Always cunts, assholes and dicks
Around these words of porn
In a perfect storm surface in serpent form
Sent here to eat, shit, fuck, rap
Burp and mourn
Why am I so destroyed? It's a distraction
Why talk to God?
I don't even know what to ask him
Looking for passion something to bash in
With my fists, I'm in need
Of total satisfaction
Go for mine and go for yours
And I have no remorse these words are fly
Cause of moth eggs in my vocal cords
Now what you were hopin' for is
Smokin' coke in Coors cans, bent in half
To deal with being broke and poor
I should focus or
Find out what this rope is for
Swing from the rafters
With a belly full of croque-monsieur
Then I'll explode manure
I closed a broken door
Prove the spirit world exists
And I will go for sure
Or I could cope some more
Cop a smoke on tour the wormholes in my arms
From doing dope sulfur
That shit'll soak the floor
When it leaks like an open sore
Self-loathe, self-medicated, self-saboteur
Why am I so destroyed? It's a distraction
Why talk to God?
I don't even know what to ask him
Looking for passion something to bash in
With my fists, I'm in need
Of total satisfaction
And I'm so paranoid what's the attraction?
I'm seeing shit that you
Couldn't even imagine
Why am I so destroyed? It's a distraction
Why talk to God?
I don't even know what to ask him
Looking for passion something to bash in
With my fists, I'm in need
Of total satisfaction
This movie makes me what to
Fuck doggy style and cut
A woman's head off but the
Difference is is that
I would fuck her neck wound you fuck right up
Her trachea, right where the
Blood is gushing out
It's like a lubricant that's what
I want… to do
No no no, I do not like this, no no
I like it
Yeah you are sick, that's why you like it
I do like it yeah you are a sick fuck
I like it a lot actually
Yeah you are a sick fuck
You better light that shit up
If you ain't got it
Fucked up, man you are fucking gone
Let's get this bourbon poured
Puff some herb indoors
If life's a bitch then show her
Who the fuck she's workin' for
She's a perfect whore
That little skirt's a score
Life sucks, so you let her
Fuck you until her cervix is torn
And then a turd is born
Another worthless corn
Always cunts, assholes and dicks
Around these words of porn
In a perfect storm surface in serpent form
Sent here to eat, shit, fuck, rap
Burp and mourn
Why am I so destroyed? It's a distraction
Why talk to God?
I don't even know what to ask him
Looking for passion something to bash in
With my fists, I'm in need
Of total satisfaction
Go for mine and go for yours
And I have no remorse these words are fly
Cause of moth eggs in my vocal cords
Now what you were hopin' for is
Smokin' coke in Coors cans, bent in half
To deal with being broke and poor
I should focus or
Find out what this rope is for
Swing from the rafters
With a belly full of croque-monsieur
Then I'll explode manure
I closed a broken door
Prove the spirit world exists
And I will go for sure
Or I could cope some more
Cop a smoke on tour the wormholes in my arms
From doing dope sulfur
That shit'll soak the floor
When it leaks like an open sore
Self-loathe, self-medicated, self-saboteur
Why am I so destroyed? It's a distraction
Why talk to God?
I don't even know what to ask him
Looking for passion something to bash in
With my fists, I'm in need
Of total satisfaction
And I'm so paranoid what's the attraction?
I'm seeing shit that you
Couldn't even imagine
Why am I so destroyed? It's a distraction
Why talk to God?
I don't even know what to ask him
Looking for passion something to bash in
With my fists, I'm in need
Of total satisfaction
This movie makes me what to
Fuck doggy style and cut
A woman's head off but the
Difference is is that
I would fuck her neck wound you fuck right up
Her trachea, right where the
Blood is gushing out
It's like a lubricant that's what
I want… to do