"And if I Did, You Deserved It (Pittsburgh Winery)" lyrics
... What can these two fucking jamokes do that I couldn't do twice?
I want a new pair of shades
Get paid to wear shoes
Do what I say
Don't say what I do
When we're alone now
High up but a low-down
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife
And that's why I'm still looking in the mirror
Oh, I wanna be safe from the fame but be loved from afar
Get paid to write my name, could you airbrush my scars?
Get my good side
Don't get on my bad side
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife
It's just my luck these motherfuckers talking smack on a guy
But I'm deservin' every word they could begin to apply
At least they know now
That I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much
Oh well, whatever, either way
My heart's empty, and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us
I want no less than the best but the best I can do
Is do the worst thing first and leave the rest up to you
I'm realistic
Pft, everyone's a critic
If I keep beating myself up I'll keep on winning the fight
And get my ass kicked
I'm poisonous, not toxic
I'll admit when I'm wrong but only to be right
And if it fits in the song I'll rhyme that with "contrived"
Don't meet your idols
Hey, fuck you, I'm your idol
But the only label that'll sign is in the DSM5
'Cause my flaws are sorta on the pathological side
Don't call me eccentric, call me mentally sick
Cause I ain't sold enough tickets yet to be rich and that lyric's outdated and
I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much
Oh well, whatever, either way
My heart's empty, and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us
And if looks could kill I'd be staring in the mirror
Yeah, if looks could kill I'd be staring in the mirror
Yeah, if looks could kill I'd be staring in the mirror
Even more than I already would
'Cause man, I'm looking good!
And I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much oh well whatever either way
My hea-a-art's empty, and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
And I really don't care what you think or what you say
I'm a cancer, I'm malignant, yeah, you oughta stay away!
My heart's fucking empty, and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No, it's not big enough for the both of us
No, it's not big enough for the both of us
So our presentation isn't until the next day so we decide to explore Branson, Missouri...
I want a new pair of shades
Get paid to wear shoes
Do what I say
Don't say what I do
When we're alone now
High up but a low-down
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife
And that's why I'm still looking in the mirror
Oh, I wanna be safe from the fame but be loved from afar
Get paid to write my name, could you airbrush my scars?
Get my good side
Don't get on my bad side
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife
It's just my luck these motherfuckers talking smack on a guy
But I'm deservin' every word they could begin to apply
At least they know now
That I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much
Oh well, whatever, either way
My heart's empty, and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us
I want no less than the best but the best I can do
Is do the worst thing first and leave the rest up to you
I'm realistic
Pft, everyone's a critic
If I keep beating myself up I'll keep on winning the fight
And get my ass kicked
I'm poisonous, not toxic
I'll admit when I'm wrong but only to be right
And if it fits in the song I'll rhyme that with "contrived"
Don't meet your idols
Hey, fuck you, I'm your idol
But the only label that'll sign is in the DSM5
'Cause my flaws are sorta on the pathological side
Don't call me eccentric, call me mentally sick
Cause I ain't sold enough tickets yet to be rich and that lyric's outdated and
I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much
Oh well, whatever, either way
My heart's empty, and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us
And if looks could kill I'd be staring in the mirror
Yeah, if looks could kill I'd be staring in the mirror
Yeah, if looks could kill I'd be staring in the mirror
Even more than I already would
'Cause man, I'm looking good!
And I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much oh well whatever either way
My hea-a-art's empty, and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
And I really don't care what you think or what you say
I'm a cancer, I'm malignant, yeah, you oughta stay away!
My heart's fucking empty, and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No, it's not big enough for the both of us
No, it's not big enough for the both of us
So our presentation isn't until the next day so we decide to explore Branson, Missouri...
