Up Yours Songtext
von Armored Saint
Up Yours Songtext
A kiss New Year′s Eve is a gesture of hope
A kiss goodbye gives a lump in the throat
One inspires, the other puts out fires
(Hey, love, from everything you say, you make me kind of a weirdo)
You kissing my ass makes you a big joke
Not so punny, nothing to laugh about
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
Wait, man, hey, man, hold on
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
What if I'm obligated to keep you
I′ll grit my teeth and sweep you under the rug
A stroll in the park can be a moment of Zen
But you lurking in the dark begging to be my friend
Can really rub, rubs me the wrong way
Following my tracks is what you do
Although I never remember ever giving a clue
Or a hint, or a blatant come with me
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
No more, no more, no more
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
No more entry to your average mind
I break the mold, one of a kind
But you say I'm
Sincerely (Of yours)
Positively (Of yours)
Got to fake it to the right and take a detour
Yeah, you say I'm
Deep and truly (Of yours)
Exclusively (Of yours)
Finding your heart so hard to ignore
That′s for sure, sure as shit
I′ve had sit firmly planted on yours
Seems to be
It's a chain link in our minds
So parallel to our lives
I′m being followed by a sky scanner
With old NASA parts from some black market dealer
And your grade school science project you're trying to revive
Seems to be a delusion of grandeur
A twisted, fucked up matter
A distorted sense of wrong and right (It ain′t right)
Got your wrap with the police scanner
Mapped out daily planner
And the Krav Maga trainer in case of a fight
No, no, yeah, yeah
It's time to turn the tables on you
And get the hell out of Dodge, not a moment too soon
Gotta flee, got a trailer, tank empty
This ugly bond is debatable
Obviously dysfunctional
Although I do admire your stalking abilities
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
No more, no more, no more
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
No more entry to your average mind
I break the mold, one of a kind
But you say I′m
Of yours
Of yours
Of yours
Of yours
Of yours
Of yours
Forcing me to say
You can shove it right up yours
You can stick it right up yours
When the sun ain't shining up yours
We get social climbing up yours
We get spinning spinning with it up yours
Shake it out and rotate up yours
Release the floodgates up yours
Screw yourself and shove it right up yours
Directly up yours
A kiss goodbye gives a lump in the throat
One inspires, the other puts out fires
(Hey, love, from everything you say, you make me kind of a weirdo)
You kissing my ass makes you a big joke
Not so punny, nothing to laugh about
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
Wait, man, hey, man, hold on
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
What if I'm obligated to keep you
I′ll grit my teeth and sweep you under the rug
A stroll in the park can be a moment of Zen
But you lurking in the dark begging to be my friend
Can really rub, rubs me the wrong way
Following my tracks is what you do
Although I never remember ever giving a clue
Or a hint, or a blatant come with me
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
No more, no more, no more
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
No more entry to your average mind
I break the mold, one of a kind
But you say I'm
Sincerely (Of yours)
Positively (Of yours)
Got to fake it to the right and take a detour
Yeah, you say I'm
Deep and truly (Of yours)
Exclusively (Of yours)
Finding your heart so hard to ignore
That′s for sure, sure as shit
I′ve had sit firmly planted on yours
Seems to be
It's a chain link in our minds
So parallel to our lives
I′m being followed by a sky scanner
With old NASA parts from some black market dealer
And your grade school science project you're trying to revive
Seems to be a delusion of grandeur
A twisted, fucked up matter
A distorted sense of wrong and right (It ain′t right)
Got your wrap with the police scanner
Mapped out daily planner
And the Krav Maga trainer in case of a fight
No, no, yeah, yeah
It's time to turn the tables on you
And get the hell out of Dodge, not a moment too soon
Gotta flee, got a trailer, tank empty
This ugly bond is debatable
Obviously dysfunctional
Although I do admire your stalking abilities
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
No more, no more, no more
No more what ifs, no more what ifs
No more entry to your average mind
I break the mold, one of a kind
But you say I′m
Of yours
Of yours
Of yours
Of yours
Of yours
Of yours
Forcing me to say
You can shove it right up yours
You can stick it right up yours
When the sun ain't shining up yours
We get social climbing up yours
We get spinning spinning with it up yours
Shake it out and rotate up yours
Release the floodgates up yours
Screw yourself and shove it right up yours
Directly up yours
Writer(s): John Robert Bush, Joseph John Vera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
