The Black Russian's - You Better Shoot Me Lyrics

Like a whisper in my head.
This voice is like a lullaby, I ask it again
If you live hidden, you'll get the pain
If you win, they will hate you
That's the game
You ain't a hater!
You're a son of a bitch!
You created a monster!
You make me sick!
Like a f*cking sinner
You wanna fix it
I ain't a saviour...
You're gonna pay it, bitch
If I fall
If I die
How many pieces of shit are gonna cry for me?
All of this misery on my chest
I was the nerd, now I'm the king
That is it!
I'd like forget where I'm from
I can forget all you've done
You ain't a hater!
You're a son of a bitch!
You created a monster!
You make me sick!
Like a f*ckin' sinner
You wanna fix this shit
I ain't a saviour...
You're gonna pay it, bitch
If I fall
If I die
How many pieces of shit are gonna cry for me?
How many pieces of shit
Are gonna cry for me?
You ain't a hater!
You're a son of a bitch!
You created a monster!
You make me sick!
Like a f*ckin' sinner
You wanna fix this shit
I ain't a saviour...
You're gonna pay it, bitch
I was the nerd, now I'm the king
If you win, they will hate you
That's the game
If I fall
If I die
How many pieces of shit are gonna cry for me?
How many pieces of shit
How many pieces of shit
Are gonna cry for me?