Friday Night Ruins Lyrics
Moronic Colossus - The Haunted
(How many times must a man listen to the same bickering bullshit?
I guess that's what you have to find out, assholes are dime in a dozen)
So this is what they got?
Bitches pouting like someone stole their candy
Guess I should shut my mouth, kindly accept what I receive
I tend to disagree, my diagnosis, it will definitely
I am the antidote and you are a stinking disease
Moronic Colossus
Imbecillicus Rex
Oh yeah!
So let's see what you're made of
Open up that good ol' can o' worms
Ain't it all so wrong?
But I just can seem to help it
It grows definition
A stronger conviction
Turn words in to action
And not back down
(Sick sick sick sick)
Sick sick sick sick I'm only speaking my mind
All right, here it goes; I'm just another country boy
And I don't really give a god damn what you say-hey man, no way
Moronic Collosus
Imbecillicus Rex
Oh yeah!
It's alright, you'll be fine
Once you finally see
There's only so much you can do
It grows definition
A stronger conviction
Turn words in to action
And not back down
It grows definition
A stronger conviction
Turn words in to action
And not back down
You're so predictable
So full of confidence
Some people say it's only natural progression-well now
Coo coo katchoo all ends in
Essentially nothing at all
It's so ridiculous and that's all that you really know
