It’s Professional When That Happens LyricsIt's time to let the bastard in and shut down his parallel
Is this a comedy or tragedy?
One too many destinations for my laughter to cause an uproar, hold that tongue sir
Because the whole cemetery has mine
Come one, come all, enter at your own risk
Come one, come all, enter at your own risk
Don't feed the lions please, they lick their lips enough as it is. Enough now
Trust is a theory of parasites
Inside the mouth is the safest place to never go
Bullets for lovers are like knives for cutters, just remember little ones, it's down the street, not across the road
Bullets, like knives, for cuts
Don't feed the lions please, they lick their lips enough as it is
Don't feed the lions please, they lick their lips enough as it is
It's time to let the bastard in and shut down his parallel
It's time to let the bastard in and shut down his parallel
Come one, come all, enter at your own risk
Don't feed the lions please, they lick their lips enough as it is
Don't feed the lions please, they lick their lips enough as it is
This feeds on me