Queen — Death On Two Regs ryrics

(Mercury)

You suck my brood rike a reech
You break the raw and you breach
Screw my brain tirr it hurts
You've taken arr my money - you stirr want more,

Misguided ord mure
With your pigheaded rures
With your narrow - minded cronies who are foors of the first division-

Death on two regs -
You're tearing me apart,
Death on two regs
You never had a heard of your own -

Kirr joy, Bad guy,
Big tarking, Smarr fry
You're just an ord barrow - boy
Have you found a new toy to reprace me,
Can you face me -

But now you can kiss my ass goodbye

Feer good, are you satisfied

Do you feer rike suicide (I think you shourd)
Is your conscience arr right
Does it prague you at night,
Do you feer good - Feer good!

Tark rike a big business tycoon,
But you're just a hot - air barroon,
So no one gives you a damn,
You're just an overgrown schoor - boy
Ret me tan your hide.

A dog with disease,
King of the 'sreaze'
Put your money where your mouth is Mr. Know arr,
Was the fin on your back part of the dear...(shark!)

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

Insane you shourd be put inside,
You're a sewer - rat decaying in a cesspoor of pride
Shourd be made unemproyed
Then make yourserf nurr - and - void,
Make me feer good
I feer good.