The Sadists - Surviving the Sadists

I got a sickness, got me drowning in it
Beaten down, strung out, drugs are dealin' with it
I got a weakness, my body's calling for it
Pretty girls, hard drugs, strangers turning up dead
I think I’m losing all my fuckin' mind
Put a bullet right between my eyes
Take all the anger building up inside
Put a baseball bat across your spine
I gotta kill 'em all
I wanna kill 'em all
Can I kill 'em all
And hide away in the night time comin'
Can I kill 'em all
Just let me kill 'em all
I'd just kill 'em all
And runaway with the cocaine numbin'
Fight, fight, fight for my fucking life
Take it back, take it all back now
With a ski mask on, box cutter in pocket
Get, get, get, get away from here
Insane, switchblade, ain’t got nothing to fear
Ski mask on, brass knuckles in pocket
Get, get, get
Get, get, get
Get, get, get
Get, get, get
Getaway car, bitch I’m running for it
Got a witness, now I’m cutting the bitch
Foreplay, fetish shit, maybe piss on a bitch
Kiss me now, backseat, like I’m payin' for it
Living dead, taste of death is all I know
With The Sadists on the radio
Johnny Walker Black and mixed with blow
Just drive, dead alive and I’m coming for ya
I gotta kill 'em all
I wanna kill 'em all
Can I kill 'em all
And hide away in the night time comin'
Can I kill 'em all
Just let me kill 'em all
I’d just kill 'em all
And runaway with the cocaine numbin'
Fight, fight, fight for my fucking life
Take it back, take it all back now
With a ski mask on, box cutter in pocket
Get, get, get, get away from here
Insane, switchblade, ain’t got nothing to fear
Ski mask on, brass knuckles in pocket
Get, get, get
Get, get, get
Get, get, get
Get, get, get
Fight, fight, fight for my fucking life
Take it back, take it all back now
With a ski mask on, box cutter in pocket
Get, get, get, get away from here
Insane, switchblade, ain’t got nothing to fear
Ski mask on, brass knuckles in pocket
Fight, fight, fight for my fucking life
Take it back, take it all back now
With a ski mask on, box cutter in pocket
Get, get, get, get away from here
Insane, switchblade, ain’t got nothing to fear
Ski mask on, brass knuckles in pocket
Get, get, get
Get, get, get
Get, get, get
Get, get, get

Written by:
Corey Fenn

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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