I suppose I'm a criminal
Because I stole my mind
I suppose I'll be hung at the gallows
But that happens all the time
I suppose I'll destroy this city
Cus it feels like a Monday
Be forgiven for hell that follows
And you call it Sunday
Why are you shouting
It really hurts my head
Are you trying to hide something
Or was it something I said
Something I said
I suppose I'll stay in a hospital
And watch the IV drip away
Wake to find my skin burnt
And thanks for the punch in the face
What a shame
What a shame
Eating a loved one for their name
What a shame
What a shame
Eating a loved one
Why are you shouting
It really hurts my head
Are you trying to hide something
Or was it something I said
Why are you shouting
It really hurts my head
Are you trying to hide something
Or was it something I said
Bulls Blood - Crowd Control Lyrics
Bulls Blood - Crowd Control Lyrics
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I suppose I'm a criminal
Because I stole my mind
I suppose I'll be hung at the gallows
But that happens all the time
I suppose I'll destroy this city
Cus it feels like a Monday
Be forgiven for hell that follows
And you call it Sunday
Why are you shouting
It really hurts my head
Are you trying to hide something
Or was it something I said
Something I said
I suppose I'll stay in a hospital
And watch the IV drip away
Wake to find my skin burnt
And thanks for the punch in the face
What a shame
What a shame
Eating a loved one for their name
What a shame
What a shame
Eating a loved one
Why are you shouting
It really hurts my head
Are you trying to hide something
Or was it something I said
Why are you shouting
It really hurts my head
Are you trying to hide something
Or was it something I said
Because I stole my mind
I suppose I'll be hung at the gallows
But that happens all the time
I suppose I'll destroy this city
Cus it feels like a Monday
Be forgiven for hell that follows
And you call it Sunday
Why are you shouting
It really hurts my head
Are you trying to hide something
Or was it something I said
Something I said
I suppose I'll stay in a hospital
And watch the IV drip away
Wake to find my skin burnt
And thanks for the punch in the face
What a shame
What a shame
Eating a loved one for their name
What a shame
What a shame
Eating a loved one
Why are you shouting
It really hurts my head
Are you trying to hide something
Or was it something I said
Why are you shouting
It really hurts my head
Are you trying to hide something
Or was it something I said
Writer: Frank Schaefer
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