Hurley / Burley

She feels life's a dog

She feels life's a dog

She feels life's a dog

On fire

We don't believe in a Hurley Burley

Who stays out late and he wakes up early

Clothes off his neck, bad thoughts in his head

He take off his shoes and his feet are so bad

We don't believe in a God of mercy

They only got [?] to give them cancer

Get the fireworks out, grab a gun in his mouth

He burns brighter and brighter ('side her)

Give 'em what ya got, the undertow

Give me what ya got, don't blow your load

Give 'em what ya got

Who cares what they say? (Your way)

Give 'em what ya got, the undertow

Give me what ya got, don't blow your load

Give 'em what ya got

Who cares what they say? (Your way)

We don't believe in the mother or father

But it runs in the bloodline, that's the source of the problem

He saws off his arms, he lops off his legs

His brain's in the gutter, but he's still got his head

Improperly programmed [?], to sell his loadware [?]

Part of the butt is improperly pushed in

He's all the rage, he's a tectonic plate

He burns tighter inside her

This ain't no love song

This ain't no love song

This ain't no love song

This ain't no love song

She feels life's a dog

She feels life's a dog

She feels life's a dog

On fire