hot head show - chopstickabean; bambini lyrics
c h o p s t i c k a b e a n
i bet you’re just a g+nius, telling me i should get out more; telling me “i’m missing all the fun!”
well i’d recommend you take a peek over your shoulder, man. i find it’s better if you run
run for the ones that you lost, run for the time you wasted, run for the weeks of s+x it takes from every now and then when you weren’t really trying
sometimes it’s better to ignore just what you’re running for
just get your head down, son, and run
run for thе early train that get’s you therе before the rush. at least the entry fee won’t sting so much
and when they ask you what you ever did to qualify, you can, but say you never made the grade as such
chopstickabean
chopstickabean
i’ll give you half the time you need
you know exactly what i mean
chopstickabean
chopstickabean
run for the cajun restaurant, run for the waitress there
run for the way she tossed her hair when she caught you staring up over your wife’s shoulder
run to the back of a fat chick burning and holding your plate, run for the way the notice the end of your ballpoint pen once you give ’em a bit of what’s over
run ’till your socks is rags, run till you want me to start running as if there’s (??) out, the weather out there ain’t sh+t for second place
sometimes it’s better to ignore just what you’re running for
just get your head down, son, and run
run for the early train that get’s you there before the rush. at least the entry fee won’t sting so much
and when they ask you what you ever did to qualify, you can, but say you never made the grade as such
chopstickabean
chopstickabean
i’ll give you half the time you need. (i’ll give you half the time you need)
you know exactly what i mean. (you know exactly what i mean)
chopstickabean
chopstickabean
; b a m b i n i
how can you bear to look at me like that? ngh!
with a face like you’re sucking on a rat!
i feel so cold whenever we’re together, baby
it gets so cold, i shoulda bought a better blanket
don’t tell me you never noticed all the m+ffle blouses
the fires hot, but i’ll shake my trousers
don’t you bambini me!
make me look like a fa+hockin’ fool!
don’t you bambi…ni me!
i had your dirty tricks, asylum politics
it takes stocks, my rocks are coming off!
i wish you luck with your victim cause you’re gonna need it
you’ve gotta beast in your belly? then you better feed it
don’t tell me you never noticed all the m+ffle blouses
the fire’s hot, but i’ll shake my trousers!
don’t you bambini me!
make me look like a fa+hockin’ fool!
don’t you bambi…ni me!
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