Black Mamba

We´ve got one chance to break out

And we need it now

Cause i´m sick and tired of waiting

Sick of this fucking apartment

Love me or leave me or rip me apart

This is the voice that i was given and

If you dont like it take a long walk

Off of the shortest pier you can find

And i´ll be singing it out i´ll be singing...

Oh, mr. magazine i never wrote one single thing for you

Or your so-called music scene

You dont mean a thing to me

Pick it up, pick it up, and won´t you want it

Pick it up, pick it up, and you need it to

Pick it up, pick it up, and won´t you want it

Pick it up, pick it up

When they review the debut

What if the critics hate you

Dont worry cause they

Might just catch somebody off their feet

Well they can love it or leave it or rip it apart

We´re living while we´re singing

So i guess that´s a step in the right direction

Glare of composition in the honesty, honesty

Oh, mr. magazine

I never wrote one single thing for you

Or your so-called music scene

You both mean shit to me

Pick it up, pick it up, and won´t you want it

Pick it up, pick it up, and you need it to

Pick it up, pick it up, and won´t you want it

Pick it up, pick it up

So save your breath and the money you spent

Go work in retail and spare the suspense

Just dont take chances on anything at all

Anything at all

So afraid of anything that may not come that easy

Too afraid of anything that you may not have seen before

So afraid of anything that may not come that easy

Too afriad of anything that may not...

Pick it up, pick it up, and won´t you want it

Pick it up, pick it up, and you need it to

Pick it up, pick it up, and won´t you want it

Pick it up, pick it up

So save your breath and the money you spent

Go work in retail and spare the suspense

Just dont take chances on anything at all

Anything at all