This Voice
Die On Monday
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Die On Monday - This Voice Lyrics

This horny girl says to you come on
Your wife is waiting at home

Fuck, fuck, fuck the girl
Fuck, fuck…

Do you want some?
Ask you a weird guy in the club
But you're already drunk

Take, take, take this pill
Take, take...

And then you take it,
Some one's stepping on your feet
Ya'lready so deep in the shit

Knock, knock, knock him down
Knock, knock...

His blood's on your hands
Now that becomes really serious
They surely will call the cops

Get, get, the fuck out
Get, get...

And you're listening to it
....

Because it's always all about this little voice
Which is whispering things inside your head
all about this little voice
But you're the only one who got that choice

Now totally wasted in the street
You should better go to sleep

Take, take, take your car
Take, take...

And you drive so fast
That you don't see this man in front of you
You crush him on the road

Blow, blow, blow your brain
Blow, blow...

Then your understand that this voice is gonna bring you straight to hell

Because it's always all about this little voice
Which is whispering things inside your head
All about this little voice
But you're the only one who got that choice


You know that all is in your head
No hope for an outlet

You’re not the only one


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