Mess With The Best, Die Like The Rest 歌词

With throats like open graves, Maybe then you'll know your place. Don't bite the hand that feeds You know you'll get our scraps. Fuck you. You fucking bitch. Fuck you. You fucking gutless bitch The seas ran red. I watched everyone turn their heads. You better pray to God we don't cross paths again. Our only hope here is to awake and all this disappear. Your God is watching, fucking maggot. Whatever helps you sleep at night With throats like open graves, Maybe you'll know your place.