Stress lyrics
Song information
Artist: Galactic Cowboys Album: Machine Fish
Lyrics
No one calls unless I leave No one's home, the voice repeats
Kind hands wrapped around my neck Sharp teeth biting in my back Cold eyes burning laser beams Oh! god, relieve me of this stress
A list from a to z, this is too much for me Don't want this mess, I must confess I hate this stress
The more I work, the less I make The less I learn, the more you take
Small lips telling big huge lies White sores growing in my mouth Red blood pouring from my heart Oh! god, relieve me of this stress
I'm not your property, come on and set me free Don't want this mess, I must confess I hate this stress
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"Machine Fish" album track list
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