Willis - Fine Fine Titans

Here’s to the murk that spews from your lips

Here’s to the fifth that’s glued to your hip

Here’s to the tragic endings you begged for desperately

Each time you tried to knock me to the

Four, five, your triple six nonsense

Today, you’ll speak for Satan

Tomorrow, you’ll preach repentance

Four, five, your triple six nonsense

Today, you’ll speak for Satan

Tomorrow, you’ll preach repentance

Cheers to a preposterous soul

Disguising demons with control

Here’s to misleading yourself

To believe you’re holding your ground

As you fashion your destruction

As you fashion your destruction

Today, you’ll speak for Satan

Tomorrow, preach repentance

Today, you’ll speak for Satan

Tomorrow, preach repentance

Flee the scene

Fast enough to evade the scene

Of each enemy marching to see

The end of your deceit

Instead we’ll keep a move away

Far from your misery parade

You know it’s not the first

We know it’s not the last

Time you’ll cry out for a comeback

As you plead restitution

This will be the last time I speak about

As you rot in self-infliction

This will be the last time I speak about

As you plead restitution

This will be the last time we speak about

As you rot in self-infliction

This will be the last time I sing about you, you, you

This will be the last time

I speak your name

Oh, Willis

You know it’s not the first

We know it’s not the last

Time you’ll cry out

For a motherfucking comeback

Comeback, come back

Comeback, come back

Comeback, come back

Comeback, come back

As you plead restitution

This will be the last time we speak about

As you rot in self-infliction

This will be the last time we speak about

The last time I sing about you

The last time I sing about you

The last time I scream