Lyrics:
Eminemmylou Other

The ending's always sad when love moves from good to bad wheels roll to a steely grave crunching gravel on the way where daffodils once lay ringing bells

Three blind mice See how they run They've had enough They've got a gun They don't wanna test shampoo anymore They're not gonna smoke ten a day, what

hearse (poor fuckin' punters, please spare 'em) They just love each other, male Brighton hip hop crews They scratch each other's backs, and screw each others

a wanksta Despite what you say, your raps are really ranksta If this rap shit is so easy, why canstya It's a God given gift, so God thankstya 'Cause you ain't got it like Eminemmylou

Well my daddy died I know he wasn't perfect 'cause he made my mamma cry But my daddy died and I feel bad inside I got a week off work called compassionate

You make me feel Suicidal and murderous You make me feel A helluva damn sight worse You make me feel Unnatural, Unclean You make me feel Like a worn