Go f*ck Yrself lyrics
by On The Might Of Princes
Who's gonna drink till theres nothing left?
Smoke until we turn ourselves to ash?
f*ck like we've run from your hands so long
That wings might rip right through your back
Of all my good friends
Too many were acquaintances
Co-Workers, enemies, secretaries and police
It takes a mouth about as wide, as the bags under my eyes
With all the nightmares, I'm too scared to wake
Is this what we work for?