Текст и слова песни Bif Naked – Half A Day A Week
I have found a lack of sympathy
For my chemically dependant brothers and sisters.
It disturbs me my eye rolling attitudes,
I search through my studies of gods,
I search for the compassion within me.
And I only have it half a day a week.
I try and I try and I try and I try,
Having myself cross the fucking death junk line,
The forcid cock the back hand of love,
I know, I know, I know I, know,
If I can get my shit clean after all the shit I seen,
If I can still fall in love,
And laugh my head off at my life,
And my hard hard lessons.
Then why don't you you rich 35 yr. old junkie fuck,
I want compassion for you, but my friend I have none!
You bear your victimization like a cross, a crutch.
Your lazy, it's easier than to cop out than to rise above,
Believe me, believe you me,
I can't believe you but just to be nice…
Right now is that half a day a week,
That I'll make a search for compassion.
For you, poor you, you fucking white millionaire!
My eyes are aching from roll.
For my chemically dependant brothers and sisters.
It disturbs me my eye rolling attitudes,
I search through my studies of gods,
I search for the compassion within me.
And I only have it half a day a week.
I try and I try and I try and I try,
Having myself cross the fucking death junk line,
The forcid cock the back hand of love,
I know, I know, I know I, know,
If I can get my shit clean after all the shit I seen,
If I can still fall in love,
And laugh my head off at my life,
And my hard hard lessons.
Then why don't you you rich 35 yr. old junkie fuck,
I want compassion for you, but my friend I have none!
You bear your victimization like a cross, a crutch.
Your lazy, it's easier than to cop out than to rise above,
Believe me, believe you me,
I can't believe you but just to be nice…
Right now is that half a day a week,
That I'll make a search for compassion.
For you, poor you, you fucking white millionaire!
My eyes are aching from roll.
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