Clients by The Ascendents Lyrics

What do they know
'Cause they say so
Your mix is funny
But I still want my money
Hang your head low
Use the pay phone
It makes my mind spin
And there you are again

Fucker -- I want my money
Asshole -- come on and call me
Fucker -- I want my money
Asshole -- come on and call me

Dude you broke his drumsticks
C’mon his drumsticks
How could you break them
And leave his heart aching
You were the trustee
Now you disgust me
And now I think
What the hell was I thinking
Fucker -- I want my money
Asshole -- come on and call me
Fucker -- I want my money
Assholе -- come on and call me

Treat mе the way you do
And be treated the same
Hey you are someone I want
To kick in the face with a golf shoe
You son of a bitch
You son of a whore
I can't take your shit anymore

What do they know
'Cause they say so
It makes my mind spin
And there you are again
Hang your head low
Use the pay phone
Your mix is funny
But I still want my money

Fucker -- I want my money
Fucker -- I want my money
Fucker -- I want my money
Asshole -- come on and call me
Fucker -- I want my money
Asshole -- come on and call me
Fucker -- I want my money
Asshole -- come on and call me
Fucker -- I want my money
Asshole -- come on and call me
Now