pup - if this tour doesn't kill you, i will lyrics
if this tour doesn’t k!ll you then i will
i hate your guts and it makes me ill
seeing your face every morning
one more month and twenty-two days
if this tour doesn’t k!ll you, i may
counting down the miles ’til we leave the state
i’m counting down the minutes ’til i can erase
every memory of you
for a second, let’s be honest
nothing will clean your filthy conscience
everything you do makes me wanna vomit
and if this tour doesn’t k!ll you, buddy, i’m on it
why can’t we just get along?
why can’t we just get along?
why can’t we just get along?
why can’t we just get along?
you think you’re so original
(why can’t we just get along?)
i can’t wait for your funeral
(why can’t we just get along?)
don’t wish you were dead, i wish you’d never been born at all
(why can’t everybody just chill?)
i’m trying not to let you get in my head, but every line, every godd-mn syllable
that you say makes me wanna gouge out my eyes with a power drill
if this tour doesn’t k!ll you
if this tour doesn’t k!ll you
if this tour doesn’t k!ll you, then i will
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