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lyrics
'Cos we all know the law only applies to the poor
Only the rich kids can pay their way through any locked door
You're not a hero, fuck
Or a Heroine
You're just a spoilt brat - rich next of kin
You always say I drink too much
But my friends are the same, we're sick sad drunks
There's only one way to survive in a world like this
So I'm sorry if sometimes I'm a bitch
It's cruel to be kind, I let the world make me hard
I can't stand your blown up fake facade
Grew up with no consequences
Always sitting on fences
No thoughts no feelings just disregard
And I don't know if you're trouble
And I don't know if you're dumb
Man Child caught you sucking on Mommy's thumb
'Cos you're so fucking stupid
And you're so fucking blind
Spoonfed, Silvergrasp, are you out of your mind?
'Cos we all know the law only applies to the poor
Only the rich kids can pay their way through any locked door
You're not a hero, fuck
Or a Heroine
You're just a spoilt brat - rich next of kin
You always say I drink too much
But my friends are the same, we're sick sad drunks
There's only one way to survive in a world like this
So I'm sorry if sometimes I'm a bitch
It's cruel to be kind, I let the world make me hard
I can't stand your blown up fake facade
Grew up with no consequences
Always sitting on fences
No thoughts no feelings just disregard
'Cos you're so obtuse
Can't bare to fucking lose
Got your mind over matter
Got your thoughts knocked loose
And I fucking hate you
Can't stand to rate you
When I hear your name makes me wanna scrape
Your face and voice out of my head
And it would be too kind to wish you were dead
Well I drank too much
Spilt too much wine
That's why I guess they heard it from the grapevine
'Cos we all know the law only applies to the poor
Only the rich kids can pay their way through any locked door
You're not a hero, fuck
Or a Heroine
You're just a spoilt brat - rich next of kin
You always say I drink too much
But my friends are the same, we're sick sad drunks
Well I drank too much
Spilt too much wine
I guess they heard it from the grapevine
credits
released November 30, 2022
Lyrics, bass & vox - Amelia
Guitars - Johnny & Jaz
Drums - Yusuf
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