Shot Yourself In the Foot Again
Take a bag with your clothes
And leave your keys by the door
'Cause she never want to see you no more
Never should have listen to the serpent
You shot yourself in the foot again
Take your sad little face
And leave your pride at the door
'Cause she never gonna touch you no more
Never should have listen to the serpent
You shot yourself in the foot again
Face looks jaded
Clothes look faded
Keep walking on my friend
Face looks jaded
Clothes look faded
Keep walking on my friend
(Where he's gonna go to)
(Who to say hello to)
(They hate you down the social)
Face looks jaded
Clothes look faded
Keep walking on my friend
(Where he's gonna go to)
(Who to say hello to)
(They hate him in the ol' school)
Face looks jaded
Clothes look faded
Keep walking on my friend
(Keep walking on my friend)
(Keep walking on my friend)
Take a bag with your clothes
And leave your keys by the door
'Cause she never want to see you no more
Never should have listen to the serpent
You shot yourself in the foot again
Take your sad little face
And leave your pride at the door
'Cause she never gonna touch you no more
Never should have listen to the servant
You shot yourself in the foot again
Face looks jaded
Clothes look faded
Keep walking on my friend
Face looks jaded
Clothes look faded
Keep walking on my friend
(Where he's gonna go to)
(Who to say hello to)
(They hate him down the social)
Face looks jaded
Clothes look faded
Keep walking on my friend
(Where he's gonna go to)
(Who to say hello to)
(They hate him in the ol' school)
Face looks jaded
Clothes look faded
Keep walking on my friend
(Keep walking on my friend)
(Keep walking on my friend)
compositores: Elliot Gleave,Oliver Jones
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