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Oh What A Pity! Lyrics - Artist : Blood On The Dance Floor
Oh, look what you become, you tragedy
Manipulate the masses, huh? You toxic I've come to spell the real teas in life, for the shade And we're not even at the best part, the end You're just a walking fraud, your garbage bag How can you live with the shame? How embarassing Why don't you the tell the people the real truth? How you're a prostitute that sucks dick for money Narcissistic, shallow Rotten and you're hollow Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth You love to play the victim in your own tragedy You sick of the shame, oh, what a pity Narcissistic, shallow Rotten and you're hollow Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth You love to play the victim in your own tragedy You sick of the shame, oh, what a pity Fabricate me as a villian, be comical Desperately create an intention, egotistical You're just like a used condom wrapper Torn up, fucked-up, and thrown away I wrote this song to you by myself So maybe there believe you if get some help Just remember through every storm There's always a rainbow at the end of the rain Narcissistic, shallow Rotten and you're hollow Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth You love to play the victim in your own tragedy You sick of the shame, oh, what a pity Narcissistic, shallow Rotten and you're hollow Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth You love to play the victim in your own tragedy You sick of the shame, oh, what a pity I feel sorry for people like you Who hold hands inside of their hearts You know, you can't kill my dreams So you, assassinate my character Narcissistic, shallow Rotten and you're hollow Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth You love to play the victim in your own tragedy You sick of the shame, oh, what a pity Hey, quit lyin', bitch! I feel sorry for people like you Who hold hands inside of their hearts You know, you can't kill my dreams So you, assassinate my character Narcissistic, shallow Rotten and you're hollow Head filled up with disease and you're lying through your teeth You love to play the victim in your own tragedy You sick of the shame, oh, what a pity [?] while I'm shining in my lights |
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