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Peaches - Free Drink Ticket Lyrics

Crush you, it’s what I must do
You crossed the line and I'm not having it
I can't control it and I roll over it
You're shit now, I'm on my side
Confront, fuck your front
Juggle crap to crap, I'm not having that
Spit it out, you can't
Let me spit for you or on you

Looking out for number one, that's me
I'm number fucking one, no sympathy for your weakness
You're chicken shit

Fumbling falling, I wanna hear you hit bottom
Fumbling falling, I wanna hear you hit bottom
I wanna see you break your fall
I know you're falling
I wanna kick you when you're down
Yes I'm angry, yes I am
How quick it can switch
Chicken shit

Hide in your little bar where you’re the king of free drink tickets
Wow, impressive
Impressive what you do with a little bit of power
I wanna be there when you implode
Measly little power
Another free drink for you

Your personality turned to white powder
Your brain’s clammed up chowder
Your personality turned to white powder
Your brain’s clammed up chowder

I gave and you pretended
I gave and you pretended

Who the fuck are you, I have no idea
You were shitting on me, how could I not smell it
Fuck you

Answer me, answer any of my questions
Ok, ask me anything
Spit it out, spit
Let me spit for you
Spineless coward, I can't fucking stand liars

I want you to slip away
Fade into the night
Skin so grey, touch so empty

I want to hurt you now
I think bad thoughts about you
People say life's too short, but I need to feel this

Go get your free drink
Go get your free drink
Go get your free drink

Your personality turned to white powder
Your brain’s clammed up chowder
Your personality turned to white powder
Your brain’s clammed up chowder

Congratulations on being such a fucking good liar
Congratulations on not getting caught for so many years
Congratulations on being the most evasive person I have ever known

I'm in so much fucking pain right now
I want you to feel it
I wanna rip you apart with my bare hands
I wanna crush your bones
I want to cut you

Your personality turned to white powder
Your brain’s clammed up chowder
Your personality turned to white powder
Your brain’s clammed up chowder

Another free drink ticket
Will that make it ok
Drink up bitch