| Lyrics |
(
De
Martini/
Pearcy/
Child)
You're a fake, You're a snake
You're a sleazy operator, always on the take
You're a liar, you're a cheat
You're good at startin' fires
But you can't take the heat
You're gonna get it now
You're gonna get whats comin' to you
You won't forget it this time(
The tables turnin' round and now it's....)*
Heads I win, tails you lose I may not be a Sherlock But you ain't got a clue Heads I win, tails you lose I may not be a doctor But you're sick as the flu
You're a user, you're a slime
You better look somewhere else
For someone else to climb
You're a loser, out of time
You'd send your mother up the river
To make a lousy dime
You're gonna get it now
You're gonna get whats comin' to you
You won't forget it this time(
The tables turnin' round and now it's.....)*CHORUS
Heads I win, tails you lose
I may not be a surgeon
But I'll cut you right through
Heads I win, tails you lose
I may not be a preacher
But it's hell I'll send you to
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