Unfit Mutters
Well, welcome back to the stomping ground
You'll never believe it but what I've found
Is that you're liar and you're a thief
And I won't be consumed by grief
And spit right back into the gutters
With the other unfit mutters
And I'm, I'm not crazy for you
No, I'm not crazy
You better sit down baby
Pour a stiff drink maybe
You did a bad thing baby
You drove me mad not crazy
You did not make me what I am
And you can never understand me
And I don't owe you anything
No I don't owe you anything
And I'm, I'm not crazy for you
I'm not crazy about you
I'm not crazy for you
I'm not crazy
You better sit down baby
Pour a stiff drink maybe
You did a bad thing baby
You drove me mad not crazy
You treated me like a criminal
And you tell me tell me tell me that it's subliminal
When you're a liar and you're a thief
And I won't be consumed by grief
And spit right back into the gutters
With the other unfit mutters
No I'm, I'm not crazy for you
I'm not crazy about you
I'm not crazy for you
I'm not crazy
Sit down baby
Pour a stiff drink maybe
You did a bad thing baby
You did a bad thing
And you can't bait me, you can't see
What's always been right in front of me
That there's a clown for anger and a clown for war
And clown for whatever that clown's for
And you're a liar and you're a thief
And I won't be consumed by grief
Then spit right back into the gutters
With the other unfit mutters
Writer/s: Santa Librada
