Someday
(Someday, someday, someday)
We'll meet again
(Again, again, again)
They're gonna have to pry me off your lifeless corpse my friend
(My friend, my friend, my friend)
The day your luck runs out
(Runs out, runs out)
You're gonna end up dead and buried six feet underground
You call me your brother (Hey!)
A real f*ckin' friend (Hey!)
And now I hear you talkin' all the shit that you spread
And now you don't know me (Hey!)
Look the other way (Hey!)
Talk your shit but now you'll pay (F*ck you!)
Someday
(Someday, someday, someday)
We'll meet again
(Again, again, again)
They're gonna have to pry me off your lifeless corpse my friend
(My friend, my friend, my friend)
The day your luck runs out
(Runs out, runs out)
You're gonna end up dead and buried six feet underground
You call me your brother (Hey!)
A real f*ckin' friend (Hey!)
And now I hear you talkin' all the shit that you spread
And now you don't know me (Hey!)
Look the other way (Hey!)
Talk your shit but now you'll pay (F*ck you!)
Someday
(Someday, someday, someday)
We'll meet again
(Again, again, again)
They're gonna have to pry me off your lifeless corpse my friend
(My friend, my friend, my friend)
The day your luck runs out
(Runs out, runs out)
You're gonna end up dead and buried six feet underground
Someday
(Someday, someday, someday)
We'll meet again
(Again, again, again)
They're gonna have to pry me off your lifeless corpse my friend
(My friend, my friend, my friend)
The day your luck runs out
(Runs out, runs out)
You're gonna end up dead and buried six feet under
With the maggots
Six feet under
Dead and buried six feet underground!
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Someday
(Someday, someday, someday)
We'll meet again
(Again, again, again)
They're gonna have to pry me off your lifeless corpse my friend
(My friend, my friend, my friend)
The day your luck runs out
(Runs out, runs out)
You're gonna end up dead and buried six feet underground
You call me your brother (Hey!)
A real f*ckin' friend (Hey!)
And now I hear you talkin' all the shit that you spread
And now you don't know me (Hey!)
Look the other way (Hey!)
Talk your shit but now you'll pay (F*ck you!)
Someday
(Someday, someday, someday)
We'll meet again
(Again, again, again)
They're gonna have to pry me off your lifeless corpse my friend
(My friend, my friend, my friend)
The day your luck runs out
(Runs out, runs out)
You're gonna end up dead and buried six feet underground
You call me your brother (Hey!)
A real f*ckin' friend (Hey!)
And now I hear you talkin' all the shit that you spread
And now you don't know me (Hey!)
Look the other way (Hey!)
Talk your shit but now you'll pay (F*ck you!)
Someday
(Someday, someday, someday)
We'll meet again
(Again, again, again)
They're gonna have to pry me off your lifeless corpse my friend
(My friend, my friend, my friend)
The day your luck runs out
(Runs out, runs out)
You're gonna end up dead and buried six feet underground
Someday
(Someday, someday, someday)
We'll meet again
(Again, again, again)
They're gonna have to pry me off your lifeless corpse my friend
(My friend, my friend, my friend)
The day your luck runs out
(Runs out, runs out)
You're gonna end up dead and buried six feet under
With the maggots
Six feet under
Dead and buried six feet underground!
(Someday, someday, someday)
We'll meet again
(Again, again, again)
They're gonna have to pry me off your lifeless corpse my friend
(My friend, my friend, my friend)
The day your luck runs out
(Runs out, runs out)
You're gonna end up dead and buried six feet underground
You call me your brother (Hey!)
A real f*ckin' friend (Hey!)
And now I hear you talkin' all the shit that you spread
And now you don't know me (Hey!)
Look the other way (Hey!)
Talk your shit but now you'll pay (F*ck you!)
Someday
(Someday, someday, someday)
We'll meet again
(Again, again, again)
They're gonna have to pry me off your lifeless corpse my friend
(My friend, my friend, my friend)
The day your luck runs out
(Runs out, runs out)
You're gonna end up dead and buried six feet underground
You call me your brother (Hey!)
A real f*ckin' friend (Hey!)
And now I hear you talkin' all the shit that you spread
And now you don't know me (Hey!)
Look the other way (Hey!)
Talk your shit but now you'll pay (F*ck you!)
Someday
(Someday, someday, someday)
We'll meet again
(Again, again, again)
They're gonna have to pry me off your lifeless corpse my friend
(My friend, my friend, my friend)
The day your luck runs out
(Runs out, runs out)
You're gonna end up dead and buried six feet underground
Someday
(Someday, someday, someday)
We'll meet again
(Again, again, again)
They're gonna have to pry me off your lifeless corpse my friend
(My friend, my friend, my friend)
The day your luck runs out
(Runs out, runs out)
You're gonna end up dead and buried six feet under
With the maggots
Six feet under
Dead and buried six feet underground!
Writer: Daniel Szeli, Johnny No-Keys
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid