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Paroles: Six Feet Under. Graveyard Classics. Son of a Bitch.

You make the stars
Illusions and dreams
You're what you are
Do you know what I mean?

I hear you clear
See it in your eyes
Lying to please
It pleases to lie

You say it's your way

You say we'll make it
Right to the top
Your bullshit gets me
What have you got?

I don't believe
A word you say
You make me laugh
Get out of my way

You say it's your way
Now listen to what I think of you

Son of a bitch
Kiss my ass
Son of a bitch

Son of a bitch
You asshole
Son of a bitch

Cock suckin' motherfucker
I was right, take this, ahh

Son of a bitch
Kiss my ass
Son of a bitch

Son of a bitch
You asshole
Son of a bitch

Son of a bitch
Son of a bitch
Son of a bitch

Son of a bitch
Cut you three times below the ass
Son of a bitch
[Incomprehensible] too short to shit
Son of a bitch

Son of a bitch
Two timing son of a dog
Son of a bitch

Son of a bitch
Son of a bitch