Deprived - Lyrics - A.f.c.

Pull the curtains and draw the *** shades To not let in all the lies that seem deranged The bourgeois see, you think you’re better than me But I’m here tonight so you’d better get ready With a 12 gauge in hand and a joint in my mouth So close your ears ‘cause it’s about to get loud Explosions on your front lawn is all you see You can’t even finger me to the piggy’s I’ll be gone before you can *** blink So watch out for me on the TV Bleeding and seething I’m not gonna die here Breathing but dying Don’t let me die here I’m not the one you need I’m not the one you see I’m not the one to bleed Deprived of me