Dillinger Four Portrait of the Artist as a Fucking
Asshole Lyrics:
Could this be the end? Alert the media Holler out
message send and pass the bottle now I'll wreck
today not unlike the way you saw me yesterday I'll
wreck today and double over laughing with the pain
Check those fears at the door and hang around a
while I'll lose this heart from my sleeve just to
see what burns Is this a question of what fell or
just a statement of what sells And can anyone
really say there's no free drinks in hell? I'm
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neither a poet nor a babysitter But I got a guitar
and a way to kill an hour now I got no fucking
pity for the fools who broke their eyes Tring to
break a whole culture down to size Check those
fears at the door and hang around a while I'll
lose this heart from my sleeve just to see what
burns Is this a question of what fell or a
statement of what sells And can anyone really say
there's no stiff drinks in hell? This national
chemistry, it's bigger than you and me While
fighting for control now have we lost touch with
who we are Do you love telling your war stories
while hiding your scars?
Lyrics: Portrait of the Artist as a Fucking Asshole,
Dillinger Four [end]