When the smaller picture is the same as the bigger picture you know that you're fucked And you're trading paper cuts for splinters you're out of luck
Like sharks don't sleep and I don't take my eyes off you The architecture's shit and my cheeks are all ready and bruised
And it hurts as hard as a blow to the head or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest And sweet dreams sweet cheeks o tomorrow o tomorrow
All these mercy killings have got my conscience spinning over (taking advantage) And the buildings or neighbourhood is lacking in soul character (Psychology montage) We're burning five story buildings laying man traps at the fire exits Playing feedback over tan oi systems You look Desperate! You Look Pathetic!
And it hurts as hard as a blow to the head or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And it hurts as hard as a blow to the head or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And it hurts as hard as a blow to the head or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest And sweet dreams sweet cheeks o tomorrow o tomorrow
And it hurts as hard as a blow to the head or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest And sweet dreams sweet cheeks o tomorrow o tomorrow
One blink for yes Two blinks for no. Sweet Dreams sweet cheeks we leave alone |
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