Sometimes people really don’t care in the worst way possible. This song pokes fun at people that are jerks. It’s upbeat and more charismatic then your friend-enemy’s friend-enemy.
A lying knifing S.O.B. doesn’t care about you or me
I could be dying in the street, he’d walk all over me with his feet
No respect for anything less than perfect
A lying knifing S.O.B. doesn’t care about you or me
The men he’s burned for far less
Is no lesser than treacherous
Go to church ain’t nothing he’ll ever confess
He’d keep a secret from God if he could
A lying knifing S.O.B. doesn’t care about you or me
I could be dying in the street, he’d walk all over me with his feet
No respect for anything less than perfect
A lying knifing S.O.B. doesn’t care about you or me
Keeps a tight lip and a keen eye
Ain’t no way in hell you could spot his lie
When he’s gone and his work done
All is left is ruin
Nobody knows why he’s like this
His mama’s in the ground, and his daddy hasn’t been found
The cops have been looking around.
A lying knifing S.O.B. doesn’t care about you or me
I could be dying in the street, he’d walk all over me with his feet
No respect for anything less than perfect
A lying knifing S.O.B. doesn’t care about you or me
A lying knifing S.O.B. doesn’t care about you or me
I could be dying in the street, he’d walk all over me with his feet
No respect for anything less than perfect
A lying knifing S.O.B. doesn’t care about you or me
