Song parody of
Bad Brakes
by Fantømex
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I should have heard your terror, your screams
I should have known you’d fall away from me
I should have carried you away from the scene
But the witch is on fire
Sir, put your hands away
Your begging was your first mistake
A weak attempt, now hang that tail down
Your dick head’s in my way
And I have bigger pies to bake
My raw contempt will light my way out
Every time I say goodbye it’s like a levee must break
“Woe is me, I can’t get my way”
Do I have to stand and demand your head on a stake?
I’ve made my point, now out of my way
But the witch is on fire
And the preacher’s dead
So I’ll put my hands away, and like a dog I’ll beg
No more
Eat your own ego soaked words and don’t leave none for us
(This is a fight they don’t want to know)
Or leave a mess so I can clean it up
(They’ve set up bugs inside your home)
Honey aren’t you proud?
Charm your way out of the wreck, it’s clockwork every time
(This is a fight they don’t want to know)
One lie can restore your piece of mind
(They’ve set up bugs inside your home)
Make your mama proud
But the witch is on fire
And the preachers dead
Sir, put your hands away
Your begging was your first mistake
A weak attempt, now hang your tail down
Your dick head’s in my way
And I have bigger pies to bake
My raw contempt will light my way out
Do I have to stand and demand your head on a stake?
I’ve made my point, now out of my way
I should have heard your terror, your screams
I should have known you’d fall away from me
I should have carried you away from the scene
But the witch is on fire
Sir, put your hands away
Your begging was your first mistake
A weak attempt, now hang that tail down
Your dick head’s in my way
And I have bigger pies to bake
My raw contempt will light my way out
Every time I say goodbye it’s like a levee must break
“Woe is me, I can’t get my way”
Do I have to stand and demand your head on a stake?
I’ve made my point, now out of my way
But the witch is on fire
And the preacher’s dead
So I’ll put my hands away, and like a dog I’ll beg
No more
Eat your own ego soaked words and don’t leave none for us
(This is a fight they don’t want to know)
Or leave a mess so I can clean it up
(They’ve set up bugs inside your home)
Honey aren’t you proud?
Charm your way out of the wreck, it’s clockwork every time
(This is a fight they don’t want to know)
One lie can restore your piece of mind
(They’ve set up bugs inside your home)
Make your mama proud
But the witch is on fire
And the preachers dead
Sir, put your hands away
Your begging was your first mistake
A weak attempt, now hang your tail down
Your dick head’s in my way
And I have bigger pies to bake
My raw contempt will light my way out
Do I have to stand and demand your head on a stake?
I’ve made my point, now out of my way
