They f*ck You Over lyrics

'Winners' never touch skins
They know how to eat like bulldogs
They f*ck you over

Blank is the word they wake up to
In the morning when they're empty
Laying next to lies
They f*ck you over, they f*cked us over

Those sharks have done it again
Three days in every born ten
I try to manage this game
By doing the worst that I can

The eyes they show are full of green
Silly little lips mime the words that move
They f*ck you over

I'd rather be a loser
Than live in the mind if a tainted nail
Come f*ck me over!