Middle Finger Machine Gun

Genres

Rock

Description

Lyrics

Hey quit messing around What’s the matter can’t you see That I’m standing over her minding my own business Then you come over and start talking trash It makes me sick You think you’re smart, you’ve got no idea Who I am, Where I’m from, Where I’ve been, What I’ve done So say hello to my Middle Finger Machine Gun Hey what’s the point of all this? Understand that I’m a busy man, and I’ve got shit to do Don’t have time to sit around and listen to your words of non-wisdom You don’t like my style, my hair, my shoes I don’t recall, asking you So take a walk, take a hike, catch a bus, ride a bike Wait, I’m not done Middle Finger Machine Gun