Free Drink Ticket - Peaches

Crush you, it’s what I must do

You crossed the line and I’m not having it

I can’t control it and I roll over it

You’re shit now, I’m on my side

Confront, fuck your front

Juggle crap to crap, I’m not having that

Spit it out, you can’t

Let me spit for you or on you

Looking out for number one, that’s me

I’m number fucking one, no sympathy for your weakness

You’re chicken shit

Fumbling falling, I wanna hear you hit bottom

Fumbling falling, I wanna hear you hit bottom

I wanna see you break your fall

I know you’re falling

I wanna kick you when you’re down

Yes I’m angry, yes I am

How quick it can switch

Chicken shit

Hide in your little bar where you’re the king of free drink tickets

Wow impressive

Impressive what you do with a little bit of power

I wanna be there when you implode

Measly little power

Another free drink for you

Your personality turned to white powder

Your brain’s clammed up chowder

Your personality turned to white powder

Your brain’s clammed up chowder

I gave and you pretended

I gave and you pretended

Who the fuck are you, I have no idea

You were shitting on me, how could I not smell it

Fuck you

Answer me, answer any of my questions

Ok, ask me anything

Spit it out, spit

Let me spit for you

Spineless coward, I can’t fucking stand liars

I want you to slip away

Fade into the night

Skin so grey, touch so empty

I want to hurt you now

I think bad thoughts about you

People say life’s too short but I need to feel this

Go get your free drink

Go get your free drink

Go get your free drink

Your personality turned to white powder

Your brain’s clammed up chowder

Your personality turned to white powder

Your brain’s clammed up chowder

Congratulations on being such a fucking good liar

Congratulations on not getting caught for so many years

Congratulations on being the most evasive person I have ever known

I’m in so much fucking pain right now

I want you to feel it

I wanna rip you apart with my bare hands

I wanna crush your bones

I want to cut you

Your personality turned to white powder

Your brain’s clammed up chowder

Your personality turned to white powder

Your brain’s clammed up chowder

Another free drink ticket

Will that make it ok

Drink up bitch