Don't
put my ears up,
you talk about fiction
The words you say are cacophonous,
you talk
I don't wanna hear about the
doubters that you've found
Don't wanna know the way
that you've been messing
round
Black Friday, you're a loser
Black Friday, you're a user
Black Friday, you're a loser
Black Friday, you're a user
We stitch up your friends,
you think you've got them sewn up
But then we see through you,
we know that you suck
I don't wanna hear about
what happened in your life
Don't wanna know the reasons
why you're still alive
Black fighter, you're a loser
Backbiter, you're a user
Backbiter, you're a loser
Backbiter, you're a user
Don't burn my ears off,
you're talking bout fiction
The words you say are catching fire,
you're talking bout friction
I don't wanna hear about the
doubters that you've found
Don't wanna know the way
that you've been messing
around
Backbiter, you're a loser
Backbiter, you're a user
Backbiter, you're a loser
Backbiter, you're a user
Backbiter, you're a loser
Backbiter, you're a user
Backbiter, you're a loser
Backbiter