Donnelly, Stella – Season’s Greetings Lyrics

Let the cat out of the bag
Didn’t think you’d be coming back
Seasons greetings on a card
You’ve been a hallmark from the start
If the gravy tasted great
Why did you poor it all away
You like to intimidate
Intimidate
Intimidate
Intimidate
Intimidate

Sliding edgeways out of strained
Border protection
List debates
Bitter look of whats to come
Why can’t you be more like your mother was when she was young
And all your idiot cousins like her more than all the other aunties
Yea cos she was a punk
She was a punk
She was a punk
She was a punk
My mums still a punk and your still shit

Have you lost your fucking mind
Its never to late to be on time
You like to intimidate
Intimidate
Intimidate
Fuck up your life
Loose all your friends
Fuck up your life
Loose all your friends
Fuck up your life
Loose all your friends
Fuck up your life

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