Bateman

We had a gentleman’s handshake deal but I should’ve put the stakes in ink
Knew something was wrong when you took my money and dictated to me “don’t you think!”
My wife’s curls draped over your rib cage parting to swallow you whole
Your pack of cronies voting five miles ten miles for me to walk the coals
You Started Something Now I’m Buried Alive With You
(I Wanted Freedom Now I’m Set To Suffer)
You Sold Me Sugar Now You’re Bitter To My Tongue
(I Start To Panic And You Pull Me Under)
When we were golfing I admired your backside wishing mine could be so toned (whoa)
I wanna bury myself beneath your promise of a desert made of ivory blow (whoa)
We had a gentleman’s handshake deal but I should’ve put the stakes in ink (whoa)
Knew something was wrong when you took my money dictated to me, “Max, don’t think!” oh yeah
You Started Something Now I’m Buried Alive With You
(I Wanted Freedom Now I’m Set To Suffer)
You Sold Me Sugar Now You’re Bitter To My Tongue
(I Start To Panic And You Pull Me Under)
You Started Something Now I’m Buried Alive With You
(I Wanted Freedom Now I’m Set To Suffer)
You Sold Me Sugar Now You’re Bitter To My Tongue
(I Start To Panic And You Pull Me Under)