Black Mamba

歌詞

We've got one chance to break out And we need it now 'Cause I'm sick and tired of waiting Sick of this fucking apartment Love me, or leave me Or rip me apart This is the voice that I was given and If you don't like it take a long walk Off of the shortest pier you can find And I'll be singing it out I'll be singing Mr. Magazine I never wrote one single thing for you Or your so-called music scene You don't mean a thing to me Pick it up It's what you wanted Pick it up And you need it too Pick it up It's what you wanted Pick it up When they review the debut What if the critics hate you Don't worry 'cause we Might just catch somebody off their feet Well they can love it or leave it Or rip it apart We're living what we're singing So I guess that's a step in the right direction Clever composition and the honesty Mr. Magazine I never wrote one single thing for you Or your so-called music scene You both mean shit to me Pick it up It's what you wanted Pick it up And you need it too Pick it up It's what you wanted Pick it up So save your breath and the money you spent Go work in retail and spare the suspense Just don't take chances on anything at all Anything at all So afraid of anything that may not come that easy Too afraid of anything you may not have seen before So afraid of anything that may not come that easy Too afraid of anything that may not... Pick it up It's what you wanted Pick it up And you need it too Pick it up It's what you wanted Pick it up So save your breath and the money you spent Go work in retail and spare the suspense Just don't take chances on anything at all Anything at all So save your breath and the money you spent Go work in retail and spare the suspense Just don't take chances on anything at all Anything at all