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Bleed Video (MV)




Performed By: Slob
Length: 1:53
Written by: Taylor Saunders




Slob - Bleed Lyrics




Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed
All you think we do is f*ckin
Bleed
Not insane, you make me wanna
Scream! Scream
Can't believe you think we're all the
Same! Same! Same

You don't care, what we f*ckin' really do
Think I wanna murder... what do I have even to lose
Every third week I have to wear f*cking pants
I'd rather wear nothing, but I can't take the chance

Need, need, need, need
Cuddle me and make my f*cking
Dreams
Every 10 damn minutes gotta
Pee! Pee
F*ck! I feel all of you stabbing
Me

You don't care, what we really f*cking do
Think I wanna murder... what do I have to even lose
Every third week I have to wear f*cking pants
I'd rather wear nothing, but I can't take the chance

Then suddenly, as the angels came on chocolate clouds
I wonder... I really wonder... Is there a place
Where I can kick, cry? Scream, bitch? Moan as loud as I

Want! Want! Want! Want
All you little piggies act the
Same
"Check out that ass," oh you're real
Lame! Lame
Why don't you check my latest monthly
Shame! Shame

You don't care, what we really f*cking do
Think I wanna murder...what do I have to even lose
Every third week I have to wear f*cking pants
I'd rather wear nothing, but I can't take the chance
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Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed
All you think we do is f*ckin
Bleed
Not insane, you make me wanna
Scream! Scream
Can't believe you think we're all the
Same! Same! Same

You don't care, what we f*ckin' really do
Think I wanna murder... what do I have even to lose
Every third week I have to wear f*cking pants
I'd rather wear nothing, but I can't take the chance

Need, need, need, need
Cuddle me and make my f*cking
Dreams
Every 10 damn minutes gotta
Pee! Pee
F*ck! I feel all of you stabbing
Me

You don't care, what we really f*cking do
Think I wanna murder... what do I have to even lose
Every third week I have to wear f*cking pants
I'd rather wear nothing, but I can't take the chance

Then suddenly, as the angels came on chocolate clouds
I wonder... I really wonder... Is there a place
Where I can kick, cry? Scream, bitch? Moan as loud as I

Want! Want! Want! Want
All you little piggies act the
Same
"Check out that ass," oh you're real
Lame! Lame
Why don't you check my latest monthly
Shame! Shame

You don't care, what we really f*cking do
Think I wanna murder...what do I have to even lose
Every third week I have to wear f*cking pants
I'd rather wear nothing, but I can't take the chance
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Writer: Taylor Saunders
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