Betzefer Feels So Right
You take a good look in the mirror sixty times an hour
Make sure everything's perfect
And expect nothing less in return
We're you always this superficial?
A woman's supposed to love you for who you are
Not for what you're trying to sell
Cocaine! No pain!
Condemnet your soul to hell
And that's how you like it
Or was it just a game?
Give me visectomy, attention, blasphamy!
You know it's my style -
Or no style at all!
Because it feels so right
Only when it is so wrong
Yeha I've been talking to the higher ups
They hate me!
Just take a ride on everybody else's troubles
I tell you! It gave me a real something to give
I know I'll never be caught dead shaking hands
As a saint with you, alright You'll be rotting in hell
"No mind" & "Go blind", serves you
As you now got demons running down
And shooting out your ass
Cause it's the same old law of traffic
In death and in life alike
Because it feels so right
Only when it is so wrong
Yeha I've been talking to the higher ups
They hate me!
And everybody would tell you
You could have thought straighter
And all along you would know they were always right
But it only hits you where the border lies