All Dogs Go to Heaven versuri

Versuri Adia – All Dogs Go to Heaven lyrics

Cold laugh, cold world
**Wishful Thinking** burned on the dash
Damn, I spit metal
Fuck the soft talk, **no** mercy, **
씨발 flash
Wake up, alarm buzz
Life stamped like a barcode, damn
She takes my place at the cashier
Hair in a bun, breath smells like spam
Her name tag reads „Marta,” nails chipped
Kids on the line
She hums a jingle, counts my hours
Says „rent’s due,” I say „fine.”
씨발 The man who drives false—
Smiles, says „on my way,” takes the long route
He pockets promises, lies smell sweet
I watch my patience drought. I got seat heat in a **
Nissan 2013**, heater on, fingers thaw
Celebs swim in heated pools in manors
Champagne like law. *
*It’s a Terrible Life**, ledger cuts deeper than scars, *
*my boss Is a Douche Bag**, signs layoffs with cigar stars. **
God Takes a Holiday**, so we hustle like machines, *
*Sex and Violence** on the feed
They sell pain in magazine scenes
–BTS ‘Keep Swimming’
이라고 말해 채플 화면에서 „
Good luck, babe”라고 외쳐 나는 늪에 있어
가라앉고 있어
질식하고 있어 *
*Sympathy for the Devil**?
Nah, I laugh, I spit, I grin, **
Dead Men Don’t Wear Tie**, suits hang empty, thin. *
*All Dogs Go to Heaven**, maybe
But we crawl through the grime, 씨발 *
*Swap Meat** for a dollar, trade your name for a time. **
The Man Who Would Be King**
Sits in glass, counts our loss
**Shut Up, Dr. Phil**, your advice is cheap
Your empathy’s a gloss. **
How to Win Friends and Influence Idiots**—
Bestseller for the snakes
I flip the pages, burn the book
Watch their fake smiles break
Mundane details like a blade: spilled coffee on my shoe
Receipt stuck to my palm, unpaid bills like tattoos
The woman at the register—
She laughs, says „you good?” I say „no,”
She shrugs, folds the change
Says „damn, life move slow.”
The man who drives false—
License full of borrowed names
He parks in my future
Drives off with my flames. *
*my boss Is a Douche Bag**
He calls it „efficiency,”
I call it theft, He eats filet
I eat silence, he signs my hours with a cleft
**Sex and Violence** in the headlines, they market our decay
씨발 **Shut Up** to the pundits, *
*Shut Up** to the play-by-play
No sympathy, no soft words
I spit grit in the mic
Mundane truth: the woman
Who takes my place drinks instant coffee at night
The man who drives false—
He’s got a kid, he lies to her too
I see the same tired eyes
Same excuses, same blue
I warm my hands on seat heat
Cheap comfort in the cold
While mansions glow with parties
Their pools heated, stories sold. *
*Wishful Thinking** on the visor
Cigarette ash on the floor, *
*It’s a Terrible Life**, but I still want more. *
*Sympathy for the Devil**?
I spit it back with a grin, **
Dead Men Don’t Wear Tie**
I tear mine off, burn the sin. *
*All Dogs Go to Heaven**
Maybe—fuck, maybe not
Tonight I howl at the streetlight
Seat heat on, heart shot. **
Shut Up, Dr. Phil**, **
The Man Who Would Be King**
Can choke on his crown
**How to Win Friends and Influence Idiots**—
I burn that book down.씨발