[Intro]

[Intro] (hey) Master of Pain The master of affection The skin is smooth But the world is shaking Laughter through tears Dirty price list Every local psycho knows the address. [chorus] She's a pussy-brawler That's what they're whispering downstairs But in her eyes there is hunger and an ace in hell. These sluggish customers are a dumb caravan I'm counting their bills. It's like I'm holding a temple hostage. She's a pussy-brawler Throwing up and throwing up Like the devil in hell Their ego melts on wax Like cheap show-offs All their "honor" is a discount and a sticky deception But my rock is growling in the speakers Like a watchdog tyrant (hey) [Verse 1] stole my father's Land Cruiser – the keys are ringing Like handcuffs In the courtyard of the cigarette court: "Daughter You've crossed the line" Spit I'm pushing the pedal. Like a throat to your doubts My gasoline is anger Liters of black inspiration The customer comes with a bill The look measures my soul "Give me a discount" The soul in the shavings He doesn't know: I'm putting a cross on the blacklist. There Where every crook drowns Like cheap whiskey The office neighbor whispers from the closet – "they're coming" Footprints on the table My veins ask for "just a few more minutes," and I sit down on a chair. I hear a heartbeat howling Everyone in this building is hungry Only the surf is different for everyone. [chorus] She's a pussy-brawler That's what they're whispering downstairs But in her eyes there is hunger and an ace in hell. These sluggish customers are a dumb caravan I'm counting their bills. It's like I'm holding a temple hostage. She's a pussy-brawler Throwing up and throwing up Like the devil in hell Your ego is melting on wax Like cheap show-offs All their "honor" is a discount and a sticky deception But my rock is growling in the speakers Like a watchdog tyrant (hey) [Verse 2] The former abuser is shuffling around like a shadow He writes "I miss you" at night As if he hadn't defiled enough He forgot: my scar is a bayonet Not a bow I'll meet his gaze. And his courage will melt away smoothly Like a candy wrapper Friends built a booth for ten cartoons Concrete Glass Security The gardener and the green lawn They're yawning in their catalog room. And next to us we're burning a penny. It's like drowning from a fork I'm not a saint. I have someone else's pain in my hands. Every hair falls Like a summer haze in the morning But for now, other people's fears are creeping into my office. I'll buy my freedom. As the last ticket [Bridge] [the beat fades, the bass remains and the female vocals whisper] The cabinet is shaking There's a chemical fear running around In the parking lot, the ex tramples a cigarette into the dust In the hallway, a forest of hands feels my taste of trouble And I'm sitting on the couch. Counting my moves (hey hey)