Sheetkickers
J. POLLARD, ROBERT E. JR. POLLARD
Cover your eyes, the light is too bright
Your wisemen, they tell you lies
And what's worse - they curse
But still I love the bite
Like flies or maybe mothmen
As they're attracted to the light - they realize
The night has come to baptize
And they will finally realize
And what's worse - it hurts
But still they love the bite
And I would like to die with you
I'd like to try but I'm not suicide
And I would like to kill you
But that would suit you fine, I realize
And I will not disgrace myself
By chasing you around to pull you back
And I will not give in an inch
You win before the fight begins
But it's o.k. I'm over you
I'm over you
I'm over you
I'm over you
Cover your eyes
The light is too bright