Death On Two Legs (Instrumental) (1980-12-08: London, England) Lyrics by Queen

Death On Two Legs (Instrumental) (1980-12-08: London, England)

You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you breach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You've taken all my money - and you want more

Misguided old mule
With your pigheaded rules
With your narrow-minded cronies who are fools
Of the first division -

Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs -
You never had a heart of your own

Kill joy, bad guy
Big talking, small fry
You're just an old barrow-boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me
Can you face me -

But now you can kiss my ass goodbye

Feel good, are you satisfied
Do you feel like suicide [I think you should]

Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night
Do you feel good - Feel good

Talk like a big business tycoon
But you're just a hot-air balloon
So no one gives you a damn
You're just an overgrown school-boy
Let me tan your hide

A dog with disease
You're king of the 'sleaze'
Put your money where your mouth is Mr. Know all
Was the fin on your back part of the deal ... [shark]

Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs -
You never had a heart of your own
[You never did, right from the start]

Insane, you should be put inside
You're a sewer-rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Make yourself null-and-void
Make me feel good
I feel good