Torture - Rival Sons/BUCHANAN JAY BARTHOLOMEW
Here comes another one
Limping over the hill
Say's the lion with the respect to eat the body of his kill
But you just take the heart and you do it for the thrill
It's torture
Poison for the belly
Sugar in the gas tank of my brain
You give me no excuses because I don't make you explain
I'm a b**ch for your abuse and a glutton for the pain
It's torture
Here comes another one
Limping over the hill
Say's the lion with the respect to eat the body of his kill
But you just take the heart and you do it for the thrill
It's torture
It's torture
It's torture
It's torture
It's torture
