Rival Sons - Torture

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Here comes another one
Limping over the hill
Says the lion with the respect to eat the body of his kill
You just take the heart and you do it for the thrill
It’s torture
It’s torture
Poison for the belly
Sugar in the gas tank of my brain
And you give me no excuses 'cause I don’t make you explain
I’m a bitch for your abuse and a glutton for the pain, yeah
It’s torture
It’s torture
Alright
And here comes another one
Limping over the hill
The lion with the respect to eat the body of his kill
You just take the heart and you do it for the thrill
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s torture
Alright, it’s torture
Oh, no, no, say it ain’t right
It’s torture
It’s torture
Alright, it’s torture