Suicide Bonds
BONDS, SHAMED BONDS
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Barry Blotter and the Sorcerer's Syringe
SUICIDE BONDS
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Don't you know what you're doing? Go meet your maker
You've got a death wish
Suicide Bonds, Suicide Bonds
Suicide Bonds, Suicide Bonds
Suicide Bonds is the discolored millionaire
He's a cheap distraction
In this gross affair
We knew he was finished
When his story began
Something tells me Fehr lost the fans
Babe Ruth is safe now
Suicide Bonds
No Aaron devastation
Suicide Bonds
Suicide Bonds
No salvation for
Suicide Bonds
He'll been ripped as a cheat
But will his clothes stay on?
White lights everywhere
No more home run king
Finally brought to his knees
A mad, sad moment
Bid him adieu, bid him adieu, say a prayer
Got some revelation put into our hands
Our game is in misery
Like rain across the land
Don't you see
The colour of deception
Turning our world around again
Baseball's big faker
Suicide Bonds
Permanent vacation
Suicide Bonds
No records to break here
Suicide Bonds
No ESPY admiration
Suicide Bonds
That's the story
[repeat till he fades away]
BONDS BOMBSHELL
(Not really, you already knew the truth)
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