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Dickholder Video (MV)




Performed By: Fun Lovin' Criminals
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Brian Leiser, Hugh Morgan




Fun Lovin' Criminals - Dickholder Lyrics
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The only easy day is yesterday
Go on and pull me underwater
I know you really can't be that blind son
But I think you think you're that much smarter

It makes it that much more defined
Now cough it up and call your mother
I see you just cant find the time
But time found me without much bother

I saw that boy become a man
He bathed in blood just like his father
And while in golden gloves and gown
He found he wasn't that much smarter

Now what's in you that is your own
Not something you found on the highway
I remember that time so long ago
When you bought your soul and threw a party

Now paint your face, take to the trees
There's more to you than just your cover
You've got them all down on their knees
You've got them f*ckin' one another

You DJ'ed blue and you DJ'ed black
So long as they count to a thousand
Now get it on, don't break your back
And don't walk through the public housing

Now hey, dickholder, who's your man
The scraps, you catch them past the table
You make it all seem like your plan
But what you do to get that label

(Now sing it bitch)

(Hey come on baby)

Now hey, dickholder, who's your man
The scraps, you catch them past the table
You make it all seem like your plan
But what you do to get that label

Dickholder!
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The only easy day is yesterday
Go on and pull me underwater
I know you really can't be that blind son
But I think you think you're that much smarter

It makes it that much more defined
Now cough it up and call your mother
I see you just cant find the time
But time found me without much bother

I saw that boy become a man
He bathed in blood just like his father
And while in golden gloves and gown
He found he wasn't that much smarter

Now what's in you that is your own
Not something you found on the highway
I remember that time so long ago
When you bought your soul and threw a party

Now paint your face, take to the trees
There's more to you than just your cover
You've got them all down on their knees
You've got them f*ckin' one another

You DJ'ed blue and you DJ'ed black
So long as they count to a thousand
Now get it on, don't break your back
And don't walk through the public housing

Now hey, dickholder, who's your man
The scraps, you catch them past the table
You make it all seem like your plan
But what you do to get that label

(Now sing it bitch)

(Hey come on baby)

Now hey, dickholder, who's your man
The scraps, you catch them past the table
You make it all seem like your plan
But what you do to get that label

Dickholder!
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Writer: Brian Leiser, Hugh Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management


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