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letra de cold cruel tyrant - papa hoodlum & the hard truth

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i’ve been working like a trojan so i can make your house a home
i sing until i’m ho-rs-, and play these fingers to the bone
but you take the love i bring for you, and you send me out for more
i guess i won’t be down on grape street anymore

you’re a martyr on a mission, you’re the devil on a dare
with that royal flush you’re flashing, you’re beating down my little pair
i said, baby, who’s your daddy
you say, i call you when i know
and don’t let that old door hit you when you go

‘cause you’re a cold, cruel tyrant
with your barbie heads lined on a shelf
you’re a cold, cruel tyrant
but somеthing in me needs you, honey

it’s a hard pan stretch of highway, i’m thе hitcher on the side
not so young and dumb, but numb and thumbing for a ride
i see your continental crest that hill, and you slow to catch my eye
then you hit the gas and wave on your way by

that’s a cold, cruel tyrant
too tres sous mond to share the wealth
cold cruel tyrant
but i could never live without you
that joseph stalin in you lingers
and when you reign, you really pour
you play that little miss bossy finger
but i see now all i want is more and more
and more and more and more and more and more
and more and more and more of you

you can tell me that you love me, if it gets you what you need
you can write me off for living, dead or living, yes indeed
or you can don that superhero cape and go save the whole, wide world
but you’ll always be your papa’s little girl

but what a cold, cruel tyrant
but i just can’t help myself
you’re a cold, cruel tyrant
(who the h-ll did you get that from, anyway?)

- papa hoodlum the hard truth

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