STOOD A CHANCE Zalinki

[Intro]
I make love to god on the weekends
You've been freaking me out something fierce
There's no doubt in my mind
That you've yet to find your own set of rules to apply

You've been sneaking out late despite
Your grandeur
Your speeches about forgiveness oh
I've been witness bare laden to all of your crimes

[Pre-Chorus]
And ooh-whoaoo-whoaoo-whoaoo-ooo

[Verse]
Don't you rather think it's about time
You answer to all your worries
Lest you wonder where they all go
Match the payroll of your jury
Maybe you can make parolе
Why are you in such a hurry
To stoop so fucking low

You're friends with thе enemy
Clever
Never been better
You're ever so fettered