Punk Bitch Flash Lyrics - Self

You're a sick, sick boy you are 

You've got your wine, women 'n' cash 

Semi-automatic superstar 

In the pan you're a punk bitch flash 

I'll round up every beast you let out 

I'll round up every beast you let out 

I'll round up every beast you let out 

I'll round up every beast you let 

Tell me mister, what's your story today? 

Who is it you want to be? 

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I've bought some ammo and I'll send it your way 

Destroyin' friends and family 

I feel a stranger stealing my candy 

But you're a housefly trapped under glass 

Fat chance of getting me in your caddy 

In the pan you're a punk bitch flash 

I'll round up every beast you let out 

I'll round up every beast you let out 

I'll round up every beast you let out 

I'll round up every beast you let 

I'll round up every beast you let out 

I'll round up every beast you let out 

I'll round up every beast you let out 

Masquerading as a man about town 

The seventh chord is my fist hittin' your face 

You think you're on, but nobody's straight down 

In the scheme of things you're gonna lose the race 

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I'll round up every beast you let out 

I'll round up every beast you let out 

I'll round up every beast you let out 

I'll round up every beast you let 

I'll round up every beast you let out 

I'll round up every beast you let out 

I'll round up every beast you let out