david holmes - let's get killed lyrics
[intro: man 1, woman, ]
this guy left the theatre, seven years, seven f+cking years
he was hidin’ out
wow
and he forgot to come back
yeah?
everything blew over
and, what happened seven years later?
came into a local bar, he walked through the door
this f+cking guy [?], a friend of mine got murdered, [?] the collection for his funeral, y’know?
this guy stole the money, and then he split [?] for seven years [?]. came into the local bar at, like, f+cking two o’clock in the morning, he walked in through the f+cking door. my f+cking legs start going like this. your legs ever start shaking? yeah, ha+ha! in f+cking [?]
i swear my legs start f+cking shaking. and there was another guy, and i call my friend, and i say, “look, that motherf+cker, i’m gonna take him out right now. you got my back?”, guy said, “yeah i’ve got your back”. i f+cking walked up to him, f+cking hit him as hard as i could in the f+cking face. his f+cking face f+cking exploded. boom! boom! beat the f+ck out [?] f+cking strangle him with his own f+cking shirt. they had [?] f+cking blood
oh my god! walked him to the f+cking sidewalk. i’ma tell you something: i [?] to the guy at the time, in 1984. [?] my friends hold me back, my clothes are all f+cking ripped, [?] cops [?] and he got away, and he was gone for years
that first f+cking time i saw him i was in a f+cking bar. yeah
and he came walkin’ in… (yes, [?]) and i just f+cking snapped, i just f+cking snapped [?] this guy [?] “yeah i’ve got your back”
the guy was a heavyweight wrestler, i’m not going to… ah… i ganged up on somebody, this guy was f+cking my age, and weighted two hundred and seventy pounds. this guy was big f+cking fat, black motherf+cker, piece of sh+t motherf+cker. and i f+cking took him out, man, i had so much f+ckin’ aggression, years of aggression…
yeah, babe, that’s what it is, so, so [?]
right or wrong? right or wrong?
[instrumental]
[outro: man 1, woman, ]
right or wrong? right or wrong?
no, no, no… black’s got nothing to do with it, it’s about what he did
understand me, sir, i got it, it’s got nothing to do with the color of your skin, it’s got, it’s got everything to do with what he did, man. he stole f+cking money from a f+cking dead man’s hand
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