Song parody of
Padre of the Alley
by Suicide Seven
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Oh, you better write this down
You better hear what I say
I've been waiting here so long
I stop waiting today
I lost my faith shaking babies, honey
I cured the whole world with my nausea and vomiting
So you better write this down, down, down
You better hear what I say to you
Too much blood, too much blood on my hands
You give me a reason and I'll show you how to dance with your guns out
Padre, Padre of the Alley
I lost my smile kicking canines
My teeth went yellow reading in between too many lines
I killed my conscious quickly
I covered it up with my stomach aches and head pains
Are you getting this baby
Now you better write this down
You better hear what I got to say
Too much blood, too much blood on my hands
You give me a reason and I'll show you how to dance with your guns out
I'm a pear shape you're an apple
We don't get it on anymore
I'm a two-toned son of a bitch
You want the keys to the castle, gonna see the world
I'm a ghost, walk through me baby
And we will burn a black line
Down the side of your face
To reap the truth again
Leaves you shaken
But with renewed grace
To begin again
Oh, you better write this down
You better hear what I say
I've been waiting here so long
I stop waiting today
I lost my faith shaking babies, honey
I cured the whole world with my nausea and vomiting
So you better write this down, down, down
You better hear what I say to you
Too much blood, too much blood on my hands
You give me a reason and I'll show you how to dance with your guns out
Padre, Padre of the Alley
I lost my smile kicking canines
My teeth went yellow reading in between too many lines
I killed my conscious quickly
I covered it up with my stomach aches and head pains
Are you getting this baby
Now you better write this down
You better hear what I got to say
Too much blood, too much blood on my hands
You give me a reason and I'll show you how to dance with your guns out
I'm a pear shape you're an apple
We don't get it on anymore
I'm a two-toned son of a bitch
You want the keys to the castle, gonna see the world
I'm a ghost, walk through me baby
And we will burn a black line
Down the side of your face
To reap the truth again
Leaves you shaken
But with renewed grace
To begin again
