I am the son of a swinger who turned his back
Who liked to lick his hands clean
Who would have thought that he would rise again?
But I'll beat him down, I'll beat him down, beat him down
I've counted my change a million times
But I'm not sure, so I'll count it again
Planted my hooks, I got new dirty looks
I've been patient, man
Ready for my revenge
At work, at home
Looking in, always sideways, up and down
I just can't come clean
Like a blood brother, yeah, I can't forget it
Here's my dilemma, in five fruity colors
Snack Ma Masonic and gold
I'm holding my cards, so you can cheat like a man
But you're missing the point, this here is wrappеd around my neck now
Yeah, dirty, on through the deep
I can't bеlieve, yeah, I gotta live it down
Like a killer, at least, I'm like a blood brother
Yeah, I gotta kill it
I am the son of a swinger who turned his back
Who liked to lick his hands clean
Who would have thought that he would rise again?
But I'll beat him down, I'll beat him
At work, at home
Looking in, always sideways, up and down
I just can't come clean
Like a blood brother, yeah, I can't forget it
Yeah, dirty, I do the deep
I can't believe, yeah, I gotta live it down
Like a killer, at least, I’m like a blood brother
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