Conflict Letras

Right through your fucking head
In your fucking head (x??)

May I remind you
In this archdiocese
God don't run the bingo

You pressure me to fear for my life
And I will put a fucking bullet in your head
As if you were anybody else

Fucking head (x??)

Right through your fucking head
In your fucking head (x??)

When I tell you to dump a body in the marsh
You dump him in the marsh
Not where some guy from John Hancock goes every thursday to get a fucking blowjob!

Right through your fucking head
In your fucking head (x??)