Song | Grind (Ayria Remix) |
Artist | Angelspit |
Album | Black Kingdom Red Kingdom |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I'm a nice boy, a nice girl-next-door with a weapon | |
I am not human anymore | |
I traded my attitude and I traded my spine | |
Placid, weak as piss, wanna fuck in my car? | |
Start begging or you can scream, big shot - the choice is yours | |
Office carnage painted in bloody fright | |
I'm a rabid rat in a salary-sacrificed convertible | |
Paint my boss in tar and set him alight | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
Slave 'til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
Slave 'til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
I'm Satan's secretary, I've covered my pen with chilli | |
I am gonna jam it up your colon | |
Turn me into a psycho time-bomb in a three-piece | |
Qu'est-ce que c'est with a nasty surprise, piss in your coffee | |
Don't call the help desk, 'cause they've got some big problems | |
Get up off your knees, God can't save you 'cause she's shopping | |
You can suck my cock, 'cause I'm tired of sucking yours | |
Ticking boxes, sting you up with your heels clicking | |
Burn like all the books in the town square | |
I don’t care | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
Slave 'til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
Slave 'til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
Sheep like you need a slaughterhouse to go to | |
Just another micro-penis in a sports car | |
Breakfast becomes morning tea becomes lunch becomes | |
Light snack becomes dinner time becomes dessert becomes | |
Midnight snack becomes five AM dump | |
One more day wasted, one more day closer to death | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
Slave 'til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
Slave 'til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
Sheep like you need a slaughterhouse to go to | |
Just another micro-penis in a sports car |
I' m a nice boy, a nice girlnextdoor with a weapon | |
I am not human anymore | |
I traded my attitude and I traded my spine | |
Placid, weak as piss, wanna fuck in my car? | |
Start begging or you can scream, big shot the choice is yours | |
Office carnage painted in bloody fright | |
I' m a rabid rat in a salarysacrificed convertible | |
Paint my boss in tar and set him alight | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
Slave ' til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
Slave ' til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
I' m Satan' s secretary, I' ve covered my pen with chilli | |
I am gonna jam it up your colon | |
Turn me into a psycho timebomb in a threepiece | |
Qu' estce que c' est with a nasty surprise, piss in your coffee | |
Don' t call the help desk, ' cause they' ve got some big problems | |
Get up off your knees, God can' t save you ' cause she' s shopping | |
You can suck my cock, ' cause I' m tired of sucking yours | |
Ticking boxes, sting you up with your heels clicking | |
Burn like all the books in the town square | |
I don' t care | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
Slave ' til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
Slave ' til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
Sheep like you need a slaughterhouse to go to | |
Just another micropenis in a sports car | |
Breakfast becomes morning tea becomes lunch becomes | |
Light snack becomes dinner time becomes dessert becomes | |
Midnight snack becomes five AM dump | |
One more day wasted, one more day closer to death | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
Slave ' til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
Slave ' til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
Sheep like you need a slaughterhouse to go to | |
Just another micropenis in a sports car |
I' m a nice boy, a nice girlnextdoor with a weapon | |
I am not human anymore | |
I traded my attitude and I traded my spine | |
Placid, weak as piss, wanna fuck in my car? | |
Start begging or you can scream, big shot the choice is yours | |
Office carnage painted in bloody fright | |
I' m a rabid rat in a salarysacrificed convertible | |
Paint my boss in tar and set him alight | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
Slave ' til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
Slave ' til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
I' m Satan' s secretary, I' ve covered my pen with chilli | |
I am gonna jam it up your colon | |
Turn me into a psycho timebomb in a threepiece | |
Qu' estce que c' est with a nasty surprise, piss in your coffee | |
Don' t call the help desk, ' cause they' ve got some big problems | |
Get up off your knees, God can' t save you ' cause she' s shopping | |
You can suck my cock, ' cause I' m tired of sucking yours | |
Ticking boxes, sting you up with your heels clicking | |
Burn like all the books in the town square | |
I don' t care | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
Slave ' til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
Slave ' til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
Sheep like you need a slaughterhouse to go to | |
Just another micropenis in a sports car | |
Breakfast becomes morning tea becomes lunch becomes | |
Light snack becomes dinner time becomes dessert becomes | |
Midnight snack becomes five AM dump | |
One more day wasted, one more day closer to death | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
Slave ' til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
Slave ' til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
Sheep like you need a slaughterhouse to go to | |
Just another micropenis in a sports car |