At War With The Mystics Lyrics - 2006

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You haven't got a clue
And you don't know what to do
You used your money and your friends
To try and trick me... But you won't trick me

As far as I can tell
You've created your own hell
And now you walk around this place expecting pity

Every time you throw a fit I can't decide
If you're full of it
Every time you state you case
The more I want to punch your face
I go BBVVVDDTTT! BBVVVDDTTT!! BBVVVDDTTT!!!

I Still Can't believe all your plastic surgeries
And now it's everybody's problem that you're unhappy
Oh come on!
Every time you state your case
The more I want to punch your face
I go BBVVVDDTTT! BBVVVDDTTT!! BBVVVDDTTT!!!