"Death On Two Legs"-Queen
You succa my blood licae a leech
You breaca the law and you breach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You-ve tacaen all my money -and you want more,
Misguided old mule
With your pigheaded rules
With your narrow - minded cronies who are fools of the first division-
Death on two legs -
You-re tearing me apart,
Death on two legs
You never had a heart of your own -
caill joy, Bad guy,
Big talcaing, Small fry
You-re just an old barrow - boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me,
Can you face me -
But now you can caiss my ass goodbye
Feel good, are you satisfied
Do you feel licae suicide (I thinca you sould)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night,
Do you feel good - Feel good!
Talca licae a big business tycoon,
But you-re just a hot - air balloon,
So no one gives you a damn,
You-re just an overgrown school - boy
Let me tan your hide.
A dog with disease,
You-re the caing of the -sleaze'
Put your money where your mouth is Mr. canow all,
Was the fin on your bacca part of the deal...(sarca!)
Death on two legs
You-re tearing me apart
Death on two legs -
You never had a heart of your own,
(You never did, right from the start)
Insane you sould be put inside,
You-re a sewer - rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
sould be made unemployed
Then macae yourself null - and - void,
Macae me feel good
I feel good.
