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Tytuł: Hooker with a Penis

  • Wykonawca: Tool
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I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
  Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
  New tattoos that claimed that he
  Was OGT,
  From '92,
  The first EP.
  
  And in between
  Sips of Coke
  He told me that
  He thought
  We were sellin' out,
  Layin' down,
  Suckin' up
  To the man.
  
  Well now I've got some
  A-dvice for you, little buddy.
  Before you point the finger
  You should know that
  I'm the man,
  
  And if I'm the man,
  
  Then you're the man, and
  He's the man as well so you can
  Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
  
  All you know about me is what I've sold you,
  Dumb fuck.
  I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
  
  I sold my soul to make a record,
  Dip shit,
  And you bought one.
  
  So I've got some
  Advice for you, little buddy.
  Before you point your finger
  You should know that
  I'm the man,
  
  If I'm the fuckin' man
  Then you're the fuckin' man as well
  So you can
  Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
  
  All you know about me is what I've sold you,
  Dumb fuck.
  I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
  
  I sold my soul to make a record,
  Dip shit,
  And you bought one.
  
  All you read and
  Wear or see and
  Hear on TV
  Is a product
  Begging for your
  Fatass dirty
  Dollar
  
  So...Shut up and
  
  Buy my new record
  Send more money
  Fuck you, buddy.