The Fags Hitman Lyrics

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If you were a hitman, you'd have me made
So call the girls in the bar, make sure your paid
Just because you don't want to, that doesn't make it all right
As soon as things ended, I moved along
All the time you're left wondering what went wrong
You said I'm burning my bridges, I said I needed a light
It's a question posed to me that I just can't figure
One bad apple's gonna spoil a bunch of 'winners'?
This city gets smaller for an unrepentant sinner
Guess I should be on my way
Heard you had a birthday the other night
Bought yourself a new ass, so treat it right
Another ten pounds of envy, shoved in a five-pound sack
Heard you found someone who makes you feel
Like all your insecurities can't be real
You know you've got nothing on me except the knife in my back
It's a question posed to me that I just can't figure
One bad apple's gonna spoil a bunch of 'winners'?
This city gets smaller for an unrepentant sinner
Guess I should be on my way
Count the flowers on the wall
I get the message
They won't catch you when you fall
I get the message
I got the message

The Fags Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Truly, Truly
  • 2 Hitman
  • 3 List
  • 4 Ms Take
  • 5 Reserved
  • Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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