Letras:
Bad Religion Turn Your Back On Me

on turn your back on me To survive turn your back on me we're the same as far as I can see so come on turn your back on me If I could I would stand outside

on turn your back on me To survive turn your back on me we're the same as far as I can see so come on turn your back on me If I could I would stand

on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam

Just put Rambo back inside your pants Causing trouble for the system is much more fun Thank you for the toilet paper But your flag is meaningless to me

to the kids that get some My father called me to tell me he loved me I'd have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to fuck me I know again I'm ugly

on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam

could care less about your pitty I?m phats bossin' ready to die come and get me Well, you can label me an outlaw when madd maxx turn to set it off Grab

be Hey, I'ma be back on the deck Opening business in places for you to cash your check My neck of the woods ain't all good, ain't all bad You can live

night) late last night (late last night) last night you were the end raisin' my spirits my head on the floor turned around fast walkin' back to your door this run of bad