Bully - P.O. Box
Written by：Sebastien Pabst
Hey man something is wrong in my head
When I see your face on empty v
I just hate the bird you are
With your wings spread
I realize that you want my vote
Only for your bank account
You want my vote just for your stinky pride
That's a problem
How many people did you crush by your side
How many whoppers did you already tell us
How many promises did you forget
How many bucks did you embezzle
Don't try to get my mind asleep
It's easier not to think
You want a flock of sheep
A clapometer for your ears
Poverty indifference unemployment
No issue on the other side
Diplomatic immunity
Just sent to existence
Just sent to existence
How many promises did you forget
How many bucks did you embezzle
How many tonnes of sh*t did
You already sell us
Never be manzoni stay a bully
You'll never meet us life is a plait
If I recognize your unsteady gait
Your brain stains with bucks
Be sure I'll offer you a broad smile
A cup of lucidity 0 yuppi
No lucrative one but sprinkle with hemlock
You'll stay a bully
