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letra de followers - doctor flake

i’m a control-freak
but i can’t control my feet
each step leads off the cliff
life is out my grip, i’m a follower
i’m a control-freak
but i can’t control my feet
each step leads off the cliff
i just swallow my pride and follow

everything is melancholy, i’ve rarely met a jolly
man that weren’t very merry friends with unmeasured folly
i’ma try to dodge insanity and keep a lot of honor
but love’s a fight that could take the peace out the dalaï lama
belladonna’s synonym of bella-donna drama
when a woman wants a fellow to wear a doggy-collar
when a man ain’t making an effort and
he can’t express his d-mn feelings – he raises his f’ing hand
he raped her, he left and ran, the ravens ate her corpse
while unexpressed-maggots squirmed th rough his train of thoughts
he could only share them when he squeezed the nine
he blew his brains out the back so he could free his mind…

i’m a control-freak
but i can’t control my feet
each step leads off the cliff
i just swallow my pride and follow
life is real wicked, i’m the p-ssy the lil’ midget
bullied and pushed around and i’ve just gotta deal with it
‘til i grab the gat, grab the bullet out the pocket
put it in the barrel, c-ck it, pull it back and pop it
i find relief with a stanza
with a banging-beat to release all my anger
my girl’s been beefing with leukemia-cancer
the evil enhancer, and i keep begging god for a reasonable answer
i can’t even reach for her hands, hold her and hug her
only hold my head up boldly, coldly hope she’ll recover
covered in masks and ugly plastic-gloves
but nasty blood-cancer can’t get pass the love

life’s not a b-tch, it’s the other way round
when she shouts… we’re the ones to stay down
we can be beat, torn, battered, tortured, abandonned
but we’ll always be back like her loyal companion
because life leads, we just follow
this sorrow and pain, tomorrow, will probably make me less hollow
i’ll gain, knowledge, strength and power, settle down and smell the flowers
while everybody else rows for several hours
sour over nothing… why d’you gotta fight?
doggys bite each other for the last word but n0bodys right
this song is called life, the mood in the air
says move to the rythm like it’s musical chairs…
i’m a control-freak
but i can’t control my feet
each step leads off the cliff
life is out my grip, i’m a follower
i’m a control-freak
but i can’t control my feet
each step leads off the cliff
i just swallow my pride and follow

- doctor flake

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