He got a death clock hung on his watch chain
He feels the earthquake tremor through his snakeskin boots
He likes to hear about the damage on the radio waves
A life of TV dinners watching evening news
And he tries all the time baby
You got a nerve
You'd better watch that big mouth you're gunna get yourself hurt boy
Try to be sly, you better fall back in line
Oh halle-f*cking-lu, you put your ego aside
On and on the road goes ever on
On and on the road goes ever
Enemy of mine
He got his eyes on his money, a high ballin' fraudster, honey
Trash talk and tonic vodka lemon peel twist
Have a f*ckin' drink, then put your face to my fist
On and on the road goes ever on
On and on the road goes ever
New age bad boy found he's shit out of luck
He got a bellow so primal baby, movin' on up
Like a child frying ants in the grass
He likes to think he's a god
He's just a kid with an eyeglass
Yeah
Primal psycho bellows reload
The Small Black Flowers - Trash Talk and Tonic Lyrics
The Small Black Flowers - Trash Talk and Tonic Lyrics
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He got a death clock hung on his watch chain
He feels the earthquake tremor through his snakeskin boots
He likes to hear about the damage on the radio waves
A life of TV dinners watching evening news
And he tries all the time baby
You got a nerve
You'd better watch that big mouth you're gunna get yourself hurt boy
Try to be sly, you better fall back in line
Oh halle-f*cking-lu, you put your ego aside
On and on the road goes ever on
On and on the road goes ever
Enemy of mine
He got his eyes on his money, a high ballin' fraudster, honey
Trash talk and tonic vodka lemon peel twist
Have a f*ckin' drink, then put your face to my fist
On and on the road goes ever on
On and on the road goes ever
New age bad boy found he's shit out of luck
He got a bellow so primal baby, movin' on up
Like a child frying ants in the grass
He likes to think he's a god
He's just a kid with an eyeglass
Yeah
Primal psycho bellows reload
He feels the earthquake tremor through his snakeskin boots
He likes to hear about the damage on the radio waves
A life of TV dinners watching evening news
And he tries all the time baby
You got a nerve
You'd better watch that big mouth you're gunna get yourself hurt boy
Try to be sly, you better fall back in line
Oh halle-f*cking-lu, you put your ego aside
On and on the road goes ever on
On and on the road goes ever
Enemy of mine
He got his eyes on his money, a high ballin' fraudster, honey
Trash talk and tonic vodka lemon peel twist
Have a f*ckin' drink, then put your face to my fist
On and on the road goes ever on
On and on the road goes ever
New age bad boy found he's shit out of luck
He got a bellow so primal baby, movin' on up
Like a child frying ants in the grass
He likes to think he's a god
He's just a kid with an eyeglass
Yeah
Primal psycho bellows reload
Writer: Ryder Ataxia
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid