Heartless bastard motherfucker
par Frank Turner
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Well I lie I cheat and I steal,
And I don´t give two shits about the way that you feel.
I barely know who you are,
But I´ll break your heart and then I´ll sleep in your car.
I´m not dying inside, I´m dead.
Too many people have fucked with my head,
And now I´m out for revenge.
I´m not the only one who regrets the way they act,
But I seem to be the only one who´s honest with the facts,
And I´m sick to death of always being the sucker.
I´m a heartless bastard motherfucker.
Well you´re a prize specimin -
I shouldn´t pick you up, I don´t know where you´ve been.
You invite me back to your place,
And you feed me drinks to get me out of my face.
You never own up to what you did -
You fuck like an adult and you cry like a kid,
And then you tell your friends I took the piss.
Just for a second here with a straight face I am sick of the sinners
Always making out they´re saints.
You know it seems to me that the ones to watch
are the ones with their hearts on their sleeves -
The make-up doth protest too much.
So come on everybody, come on,
Don´t make me regret ever writing this song -
I need every motherfucker to sing along.
And I don´t give two shits about the way that you feel.
I barely know who you are,
But I´ll break your heart and then I´ll sleep in your car.
I´m not dying inside, I´m dead.
Too many people have fucked with my head,
And now I´m out for revenge.
I´m not the only one who regrets the way they act,
But I seem to be the only one who´s honest with the facts,
And I´m sick to death of always being the sucker.
I´m a heartless bastard motherfucker.
Well you´re a prize specimin -
I shouldn´t pick you up, I don´t know where you´ve been.
You invite me back to your place,
And you feed me drinks to get me out of my face.
You never own up to what you did -
You fuck like an adult and you cry like a kid,
And then you tell your friends I took the piss.
Just for a second here with a straight face I am sick of the sinners
Always making out they´re saints.
You know it seems to me that the ones to watch
are the ones with their hearts on their sleeves -
The make-up doth protest too much.
So come on everybody, come on,
Don´t make me regret ever writing this song -
I need every motherfucker to sing along.