Sucker Lyrics - The Wolfgang Press

I'm not singing about April showers 

I'm not singing about the rain 

They're going to stick my name in the papers 

I send them all away 

I want to sing about ball and chains 

And ride the mystery train 

I wrote the horror of John Paul Getty 

Sold that man for free 

You sucker 

You're going to limp down to that scene 

Face this, sucker 

You're going to trip and miss that seat 

You sucker aren't safe sucker 

I'm going to set my place in the mountains 

I'm going to wear it out of phase 

I want to sing about the kinds of people 

That others want erased 

Some of us think and some of us pray 

Not you, sucker 

You just seat and reap 

You sucker 

You're going to trip and miss that seat 

Sucker, sucker 

You, you want to seek 

You're going to trip and miss that seat 

We, we're going to fish 

We're going to make you eat that meat 

She's going to suffer 

Mensch is going to suffer 

We all are going to suffer 

The people here are going to suffer 

The whole damn place will suffer 

Whilst you just reap that fuck up 

Break, break, break, break, sucker 

You suffer sucker, sucker, sucker