Lirama

All I ever really wanted was to hear the song on the radio
And I really thought that you'd understand
But everytime we see you
You just hold out your hand

And it's not like we make a whole lot of money. (It's not like we make a whole lot of money.)

But you took our CDs and charge us a fee
And then you disappear on me

So I say!
I hope you die in a fire,
And the smoke fills up your lungs until you fucking choke.
And the last thing that you'll see is a silhouette of me,
Laughing at you as you die,
Because I fucking hate you.

You never really wanted us to be here
Are we just another one you stepped on
Are we just like everyone you've stepped on

And it's not like we make a whole lot of money. (It's not like we make a whole lot of money.)

Or drive fancy cars or special guitars
cause we can't afford to

So I say!
I hope you die in a fire,
And the smoke fills up your lungs until
you fucking choke.
And the last thing that you'll see is a silhouette of me,
Laughing at you as you die,
Because I fucking hate you.

I hope you die in a fire
And the smoke fills up your lungs until you fucking choke

How does it feel when they burned you?
(And the smoke it stinks up your car out your rolled eyes.)

And you... die

And the last thing that you'll see is a silhouette of me
Laughing at you as you die
Cause I fucking hate you