Armored Saint - Up Yours lyrics

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Armored Saint - Up Yours lyrics

A kiss new year's eve is a gesture of hope A kiss goodbye gives a lump in the throat One inspires the other puts out fires A love for kissing feet makes him a weirod You kissing my a** makes you a big joke Not so funny nothing to laugh about No more what ifs, no more what ifs Wait man, hey man, hold on No more what ifs, no more what ifs What if I'm obligated to keep you I'll grit my teeth and sweep you Under the rug A stroll in the park can be a moment of zen But you lurking in the dark Begging to be my friend Can really rub, rubs me the wrong way Following my tracks is what you do Although I never remember ever giving a clue Or a hint or a blatant come with me No more what ifs, no more what ifs No more, no more, no more No more what ifs, no more what ifs No more entry to your revaged mind I'll break the mold one of a kind But you say I'm Sincerely, up yours Positively, up yours Gotta fake it to the right and take a detour Yeah you say I'm deep and truly, up yours Exclusively, up yours Finding you hard so hard to ignore That's for sure Sure as sh** that's it Firmly planted up yours Seems to be It's a chain link in your minds Some parallel to our lives I'm being followed by a sky scanner With old Nasa parts from some Black market dealer In your grade school science project You're trying to revive Seems to be a delusion of grandeur A twisted f**ed up matter A distorted sense of wrong and right And that ain't right Got your app with the police scanner Mapped out daily planner And the krav maga trainer in case of a fight It's time to turn the tables on you And get the hell out of dodge Not a moment too soon Gotta flee gotta drain the tank empty This ugly bond is debatable Obviously dysfunctional Although I do admire your stalking abilities No more what ifs, no more what ifs No more, no more, no more No more what ifs, no more what ifs No more entry to your revaged mind I'll break the mold one of a kind But you say I'm Up yours Forcing me to say You can shove it right, up yours You can stick it right, up yours Where the sun ain't shining, up yours With your social climbing, up yours You can sit and spin with it, up yours Sit down and rotate, up yours Release the floodgates, up yours Screw yourself and shove it right up yours Directly up yours

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