Paroles Death on two legs (instrumental) (1980-12-08: london, england) Queen

Death on two legs (instrumental) (1980-12-08: london, england)

You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you breach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You've taken all my money - and you want more

Misguided old mule
With your pigheaded rules
With your narrow-minded cronies who are fools
Of the first division -

Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs -
You never had a heart of your own

Kill joy, bad guy
Big talking, small fry
You're just an old barrow-boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me
Can you face me -

But now you can kiss my ass goodbye

Feel good, are you satisfied
Do you feel like suicide (I think you should)

Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night
Do you feel good - Feel good

Talk like a big business tycoon
But you're just a hot-air balloon
So no one gives you a damn
You're just an overgrown school-boy
Let me tan your hide

A dog with disease
You're king of the 'sleaze'
Put your money where your mouth is Mr. Know all
Was the fin on your back part of the deal ... (shark)

Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs -
You never had a heart of your own
(You never did, right from the start)

Insane, you should be put inside
You're a sewer-rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Make yourself null-and-void
Make me feel good
I feel good