LYRIC FOR SALE

By Adam's songs

Waiting with this hammer
For the room to go dead
Going to hit this nail
Right on its fucking head

You say you've done nothing
It's everyone else who's wrong
Don't know if you're delusional
Or if the medicine's too strong

Everywhere you go
Trouble follows you around
Now correct me if I'm wrong
But, how does that sound?

Yeah, you've run up the tab
Your credit's run out
Used to believe every word
But now I'm quick to doubt

The wolf who cried wolf
A snake in the grass
Listen to one more word?
No, I think I'll pass

You lie through your teeth
To any listening ear
You should probably just go
Before my next beer

I've had enough of you
Yeah the bullshits finally sticking
So you better just leave
Or your ass I'll be kicking

Yeah, you've run up the tab
Your credit's run out
Used to believe everything
But now I'm quick to doubt

The wolf who cried wolf
A martyr to your cause
Bitching about others
while ignoring your own flaws