Meeting Eddie Pills
I got a couple hundred bills
Man, I hope he rounds it up
Yeah this one time, he rounded up
Where'd my nightclubs go?
I'm wearing my blossom robe
But I can't even get it up
So how am I supposed to give a f*ck?
Mama said, "Don't you
Touch that junk
Even though it feels good
Don't always have to touch wood"
Our sweet parents love us 'cause they don't see
The bags 'round our eyes and all the bruises on our thighs
No one knows you're hurtin' 'til you start to cry
But if we blow softly, softly then we'll
Keep the flame alive and watch it burnin' overnight
Wanna thank you, mama, for being so blind
Cash stuffed in my underpants
I'm overflowin', watch me dance
Mosquito mass hysteria
I'm serving up malaria
Pigeons sat upon my hat
I'm feedin' squirrels feedin' rats
I'll feed your f*ckin' Terrier
The Snow White of your area
Papa said, "You don't
Want that smack
Even though it's on a plate
Better start acting straight, mate"
Our sweet parents love us 'cause they don't see
The bags 'round our eyes and all the bruises on our thighs
No one knows you're hurtin' 'til you start to cry
I've been shirking my problems, baby
'Cause I'm high off my goddamn tree
This junk don't come for free
They're tellin' me to hold the line
Yeah, but these lines have got a hold on me
Mama said, "Don't you
Touch that junk
Even though it feels good
Don't always have to touch wood"
Our sweet parents love us 'cause they don't see
The bags 'round our eyes and all the bruises on our thighs
No one knows you're hurtin' 'til you start to cry
I've been f*ckin' my life up, baby
And I'm dyin' from misery
This junk don't come for free
They're tellin' me to hold the line
Yeah, but these lines have got a hold on me
Alex Cameron - Hold the Line Lyrics
Alex Cameron - Hold the Line Lyrics
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Meeting Eddie Pills
I got a couple hundred bills
Man, I hope he rounds it up
Yeah this one time, he rounded up
Where'd my nightclubs go?
I'm wearing my blossom robe
But I can't even get it up
So how am I supposed to give a f*ck?
Mama said, "Don't you
Touch that junk
Even though it feels good
Don't always have to touch wood"
Our sweet parents love us 'cause they don't see
The bags 'round our eyes and all the bruises on our thighs
No one knows you're hurtin' 'til you start to cry
But if we blow softly, softly then we'll
Keep the flame alive and watch it burnin' overnight
Wanna thank you, mama, for being so blind
Cash stuffed in my underpants
I'm overflowin', watch me dance
Mosquito mass hysteria
I'm serving up malaria
Pigeons sat upon my hat
I'm feedin' squirrels feedin' rats
I'll feed your f*ckin' Terrier
The Snow White of your area
Papa said, "You don't
Want that smack
Even though it's on a plate
Better start acting straight, mate"
Our sweet parents love us 'cause they don't see
The bags 'round our eyes and all the bruises on our thighs
No one knows you're hurtin' 'til you start to cry
I've been shirking my problems, baby
'Cause I'm high off my goddamn tree
This junk don't come for free
They're tellin' me to hold the line
Yeah, but these lines have got a hold on me
Mama said, "Don't you
Touch that junk
Even though it feels good
Don't always have to touch wood"
Our sweet parents love us 'cause they don't see
The bags 'round our eyes and all the bruises on our thighs
No one knows you're hurtin' 'til you start to cry
I've been f*ckin' my life up, baby
And I'm dyin' from misery
This junk don't come for free
They're tellin' me to hold the line
Yeah, but these lines have got a hold on me
I got a couple hundred bills
Man, I hope he rounds it up
Yeah this one time, he rounded up
Where'd my nightclubs go?
I'm wearing my blossom robe
But I can't even get it up
So how am I supposed to give a f*ck?
Mama said, "Don't you
Touch that junk
Even though it feels good
Don't always have to touch wood"
Our sweet parents love us 'cause they don't see
The bags 'round our eyes and all the bruises on our thighs
No one knows you're hurtin' 'til you start to cry
But if we blow softly, softly then we'll
Keep the flame alive and watch it burnin' overnight
Wanna thank you, mama, for being so blind
Cash stuffed in my underpants
I'm overflowin', watch me dance
Mosquito mass hysteria
I'm serving up malaria
Pigeons sat upon my hat
I'm feedin' squirrels feedin' rats
I'll feed your f*ckin' Terrier
The Snow White of your area
Papa said, "You don't
Want that smack
Even though it's on a plate
Better start acting straight, mate"
Our sweet parents love us 'cause they don't see
The bags 'round our eyes and all the bruises on our thighs
No one knows you're hurtin' 'til you start to cry
I've been shirking my problems, baby
'Cause I'm high off my goddamn tree
This junk don't come for free
They're tellin' me to hold the line
Yeah, but these lines have got a hold on me
Mama said, "Don't you
Touch that junk
Even though it feels good
Don't always have to touch wood"
Our sweet parents love us 'cause they don't see
The bags 'round our eyes and all the bruises on our thighs
No one knows you're hurtin' 'til you start to cry
I've been f*ckin' my life up, baby
And I'm dyin' from misery
This junk don't come for free
They're tellin' me to hold the line
Yeah, but these lines have got a hold on me
Writer: Alex Cameron
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, KILLPHONIC