Ready to Strike Songtext
von Consumed
Ready to Strike Songtext
You don′t know me neighbour
But I know you too well
I don't like you much
I don′t think we'll ever gel
I wanna break your face
You kept me up all night
There's no negotiating
′Cause he′s not very bright
And I feel like I wanna take it all away from you
'Cause I see you don′t deserve a life
Your feet will follow you
He's on the slink again
To find this grommy light
He′s got a master plan
It makes him feel like a man
I wanna take him down
The feeling's all around
I′m gonna beat you twice
And put you on the ground
And I feel like I wanna take it all away from you
'Cause I see you don't deserve a life
Your feet will follow you
Do you need a helping hand with it?
I′ll be there for you
And I see that you get it right
Every time I look at you
I see your face, a big disgrace
You walk about around the town
Pleased with all the things you found
Take ′em home, be the wife
Kids are crying every night
He's a type of inbred twat
I want the bastards off my back
I think you ought to go
I want you to go
I don′t give a fuck
About you anyway
Take 'em home, be the wife
Kids are crying every night
Face the fact, he needs a smack
I want the neighbours off my back
But I know you too well
I don't like you much
I don′t think we'll ever gel
I wanna break your face
You kept me up all night
There's no negotiating
′Cause he′s not very bright
And I feel like I wanna take it all away from you
'Cause I see you don′t deserve a life
Your feet will follow you
He's on the slink again
To find this grommy light
He′s got a master plan
It makes him feel like a man
I wanna take him down
The feeling's all around
I′m gonna beat you twice
And put you on the ground
And I feel like I wanna take it all away from you
'Cause I see you don't deserve a life
Your feet will follow you
Do you need a helping hand with it?
I′ll be there for you
And I see that you get it right
Every time I look at you
I see your face, a big disgrace
You walk about around the town
Pleased with all the things you found
Take ′em home, be the wife
Kids are crying every night
He's a type of inbred twat
I want the bastards off my back
I think you ought to go
I want you to go
I don′t give a fuck
About you anyway
Take 'em home, be the wife
Kids are crying every night
Face the fact, he needs a smack
I want the neighbours off my back
Writer(s): John Burchill, Perry Ford, Wesley Wasley, Chris Billham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

