She has to pick and i can feel it
I’m too young and touch the ceiling
Every time I walk in
She’s Stalk, Stalk, Stalkin’
As long as I am here, I’m to borrow fear
I didn’t put my hand up
So why the f#ck? Why the f#ck?
I don’t know it
I don’t know it
In truth I kind of get it?
I kind of get it?
I don’t know it
Why does this happen?
When you were at school
There was a cane
I get it
It was hard and stockholm too
But
f#ck it
I didn’t put my hand up
So why the f#ck? Why the f#ck?
I don’t know it
I don’t know it
In truth I kind of get it?
I kind of get it?
I don’t know it
I don’t know it
I enter like a ghost
As long as I am forced
I do not want to be know
In simple kind of terms
I do not want to be heard
But I know you know that
I didn’t put my hand up
So why the f#ck? Why the f#ck?
I don’t know it
Don’t
Don’t know it
In truth I kind of get it?
I kind of get it
I don’t know it
I don’t know it
I don’t know it
I don’t know it
Just a moment
I don’t know it
I don’t know it
I don’t know it
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Stock Manager Lyrics – Harbinger Of Death