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The Blessed Virgin Larry - Son of a Bitch (Re-Mix) lyrics
You've never told me of your anger with the world You've never told me why you dress up like a little effin girl We carry on with the struggle of man No one gives a shit, and no one gives a damn About the things that we believe or the things that we trust Cause when we effin' die, we all turn to dust They've always told you what to say Their always telling you to get down on your knees and pray just like a sinner should Live to hate, Hate to live I'm a mean mother f___er don't make me come and get ya Live to hate, Hate to live I'm a pistol packing mama, but I'm really just a Son Of A Bitch Have you ever had one of those days that no matter where you look, everything you see is completely effed up? People living and crying and lying, and dieing. The hopes and dreams of all mankind. Still in the end we’re just destined to die. Shit I think we're just trying to survive day to day, doing the best we can with what we've got. Do you know that more people have been killed in the name of Christianity, than have died from all the plagues, natural disasters, world wars, and diseases like cancer and aids? Now that’s f___d They've always told you what to say Their always telling you to get down on your knees and pray just like a sinner should Live to hate, Hate to live I'm a mean mother f___er don't make me come and get ya Live to hate, Hate to live I'm a pistol packing mama, but I'm really just a Son Of A Bitch It doesn’t matter who you are, what you believe in, or stand for, because in life theirs only one thing that you can count on, and that’s yourself. If you believe in yourself then you'll be strong, If your strong then you'll survive, and hey, that’s all we're trying to do anyway. People are always asking me, hey man, do you believe? do you believe? what do you believe in? Well I'll tell you what I don't believe in. That’s anybody telling me when, where how I can live my life. What I can say or what I can think. F___ that They've always told you what to say Their always telling you to get down on your knees and prey just like a sinner should Live to hate, Hate to live I'm a mean mother f___er don't make me come and get ya Live to hate, Hate to live I'm a pistol packing mama and I never will forget ya Live to hate, Hate to live I'm a mean mother f___er don't make me come and get ya Live to hate, Hate to live I'm a pistol packing mama , but I'm really just a Son Of A Bitch |
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