Death On Two Legs (Dedicated to Fredie Mercury)

Death On Two Legs (Dedicated to Fredie Mercury)

You suck my blood like a beech

You break the law and you breach

Screw my brain till it hurts

You’ve taken all my money- you still want more,

Misquided old mule

With your pighead rules

With your narrow-minded cronies who are fools

Of the first division

Death on two legs

You’re tearing me apart,

Death on two legs

You never had a heart of your own-

Kill joy, bad guy

Big talking, small fry

You’re just an old barrow-boy

Have you find a new toy to replace me,

Can you face me

But now you can kiss my ass goodbye

Feel good, are you satisfied

Do you feel like suicide(I think you should)

Is your conscience allright

Does it plague you at night

Do you feel good- feel good!

Tal like a big business tycoon

But you’re just a hot-air baloon,

So no one gives you a damn,

You’re just an overgown school-boy

Let me tan your hide.

A dog with disease,

King of the "slease"

Put your moneywhere your mouth is Mr know all

Was the fin on your back part of the deal...(shark!)

Death on two legs

You’re tearing me apart

Death on two legs

You never had a heart of your own

(you never did, right from the start)

Insane, you shuld be put inside,

You’re a sewer-rat decaying in cesspool of pride

Should be made unemployed

Then make yourself null-and-void,

Make me feel good

I feel good