Don't Rectify Me Songtext
von Sniff ’n’ the Tears
Don't Rectify Me Songtext
Sinners to the left of me and sinners to the right
Some joker in the middle with the gift of second sight
They all jump up to tell me my eye is off the ball
But I have to be a winner ′cos the winner takes it all
Tit job, nose job, lipo, suck my dick
The art of getting on in life could start to make you sick
I'm looking for the exit, there′s nowhere left to roam
Don't rectify me, just leave my spirit alone
Too fat to enter heaven, too dumb to make it rich
We sit around and watch TV 'cos life is just a bitch
The corporation sells us everything we need
So we all kowtow to the corporation′s greed
Tit job, nose job, lipo, suck my dick
The art of getting on in life could start to make you sick
I′m looking for the exit, there's nowhere left to roam
Don′t rectify me, just leave my spirit alone
See that lowdown hoodoo as she tries to make a scene
Like all those glamour pussies in the glossy magazines
She says that someone told her, that everybody knows
That she's the one who′ll get to wear the emperor's new clothes
Tit job, nose job, lipo, suck my dick
The art of getting on in life could start to make you sick
I′m looking for the exit, there's nowhere left to roam
Don't rectify me, just leave my spirit alone
Politicians dream of holidays in hell
To make the world a safer place for folks like us to dwell
Another football hero just ran out of steam
So we fill his place with someone new, let us live that dream
Tit job, nose job, lipo, suck my dick
The art of getting on in life could start to make you sick
I′m looking for the exit, there′s nowhere left to roam
Don't rectify me, just leave my spirit alone
Some joker in the middle with the gift of second sight
They all jump up to tell me my eye is off the ball
But I have to be a winner ′cos the winner takes it all
Tit job, nose job, lipo, suck my dick
The art of getting on in life could start to make you sick
I'm looking for the exit, there′s nowhere left to roam
Don't rectify me, just leave my spirit alone
Too fat to enter heaven, too dumb to make it rich
We sit around and watch TV 'cos life is just a bitch
The corporation sells us everything we need
So we all kowtow to the corporation′s greed
Tit job, nose job, lipo, suck my dick
The art of getting on in life could start to make you sick
I′m looking for the exit, there's nowhere left to roam
Don′t rectify me, just leave my spirit alone
See that lowdown hoodoo as she tries to make a scene
Like all those glamour pussies in the glossy magazines
She says that someone told her, that everybody knows
That she's the one who′ll get to wear the emperor's new clothes
Tit job, nose job, lipo, suck my dick
The art of getting on in life could start to make you sick
I′m looking for the exit, there's nowhere left to roam
Don't rectify me, just leave my spirit alone
Politicians dream of holidays in hell
To make the world a safer place for folks like us to dwell
Another football hero just ran out of steam
So we fill his place with someone new, let us live that dream
Tit job, nose job, lipo, suck my dick
The art of getting on in life could start to make you sick
I′m looking for the exit, there′s nowhere left to roam
Don't rectify me, just leave my spirit alone
Writer(s): Paul Nicolas Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

