No Hard Feelings
Bloodhound Gang * Track #12 On Hefty Fine
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No Hard Feelings by Bloodhound Gang
Performed by
Bloodhound GangProduced by
Jimmy PopWrited by
Jimmy PopAbout
The final track on their 2005 effort, Hefty Fine
“No Hard Feelings” has a distinctive electronic vibe to it, partially due to Jimmy’s fascination with electronica while overseas visits.
When played live, frequently the band will go right into “Crawling” by Linkin Park as a bit of a joke.
No Hard Feelings Lyrics
[Chorus]
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Anymore
[Verse 1]
Maybe you got screwed, but I dumped you
Cause you ain't nothin' but trash
I put out despite the, fact that you're like a
Hawaiian Punch mustache
Right under my nose, thinking I'm so Colonel Klink oblivious
But how could I not see, that you got off scot-free
Cause I know this means it
[Chorus]
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Anymore
[Verse 2]
If I want to be repeatedly shit on
I'll go make Dutch porn
When roughly translated
Even your naked truth means squat and what's more
I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on September 11th
I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them
Since it
[Chorus]
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Anymore
[Verse 3]
Maybe it ain't your birthday
But then again ya know I wouldn't give a fuck
When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Maybe it ain't your birthday
But then again ya know I wouldn't give a fuck
When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up
[Outro]
(Ain't my job)
I'm just gonna wrap it up
(To fuck you on your birthday)
I'm just gonna wrap it up