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Post by Teesside White on Nov 5, 2009 20:36:07 GMT -1
Well I tripped, I fell down naked Well I scratched my knees, they bled Sew up my eyes, need no more In our game there is no score
Forgive me father, why should you bother? Try honesty, Try honesty Hop in your dumptruck, reverse for good luck Ride over me, Ride over me Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls Die tragedy, Die tragedy Call me a cheapskate, come on for pete's sake Cry Agony, Cry agony
Insane, assault, so sly Your well of lies ran dry And I cut the cord, free fall From so high we seem so small'
Forgive me father, why should you bother? Try honesty, Try honesty Hop in your dumptruck, reverse for good luck Ride over me, Ride over me Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls Die tragedy, Die tragedy Call me a cheapskate, come on for pete's sake Cry Agony, Cry Agony
I talk to you
I'm insane, it's your fault Try I'm insane, it's your fault Cry I'm insane, it's your fault Cry
Forgive me father, why should you bother now? Forgive me father, why should you bother now?
Forgive me father, why should you bother? Try honesty, Try honesty Hop in your dumptruck, reverse for good luck Ride over me, Ride over me Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls Die tragedy, Die Tragedy Call me a cheapskate, come on for pete's sake Cry Agony, Cry Agony
Cry Agony, Cry Agony Try honesty, Try Honesty Cry Agony, Cry Agony
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Post by Golden_Boy™ on Nov 7, 2009 23:02:58 GMT -1
Well they tell me of a pie up in the sky Waiting for me when I die But between the day you're born and when you die They never seem to hear even your cry
So as sure as the sun will shine I'm gonna get my share now of what's mine And then the harder they come the harder they'll fall, one and all Ooh the harder they come the harder they'll fall, one and all
Well the officers are trying to keep me down Trying to drive me underground And they think that they have got the battle won I say forgive them Lord, they know not what they've done
ooh yeah oh yeah woh yeah ooooh
And I keep on fighting for the things I want Though I know that when you're dead you can't But I'd rather be a free man in my grave Than living as a puppet or a slave
Yeah, the harder they come, the harder they'll fall one and all What I say now, what I say now, awww What I say now, what I say one time The harder they come the harder they'll fall one and all Ooh the harder they come the harder they'll fall one and all
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Post by Pete the Wolf on Nov 7, 2009 23:41:32 GMT -1
So tenderly your story is nothing more than what you see Or what you've done or will become Standing strong do you belong in your skin Just wondering
Gentle now the tender breeze blows Whispers through my Gran Torino Whistling another tired song
Engine humms and bitter dreams grow Heart locked in a Gran Torino It beats a lonely rhythm all night long It beats a lonely rhythm all night long It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
Realign all the stars above my head Warning signs travel far I drink instead On my own Oh,how I've known The battle scars and worn out beds
Gentle now a tender breeze blows Whispers through a Gran Torino Whistling another tired song
Engines hum and bitter dreams grow Heart locked in a Gran Torino It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
These streets are old They shine with the things I've known And breaks through the trees Their sparkling
Your world is nothing more than all The tiny things you've left behind
So tenderly your story is nothing more than what you see Or what you've done or will become Standing strong do you belong in your skin Just wondering
Gentle now a tender breeze blows Whispers through the Gran Torino Whistling another tired song Engines humm and bitter dreams grow A heart locked in a Gran Torino It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
May I be so bold and stay I need someone to hold that shudders My skin their sparkling
Your world is nothing more than all the tiny things you've left behind
So realign all the stars above my head Warning signs travel far I drink instead On my own oh how i've known The battle scars and worn out beds
Gentle now a tender breeze blows Whispers through the Gran Torino Whistling another tired song Engines humm and better dreams grow Heart locked in a Gran Torino It beats a lonely rhythm all night long It beats a lonely rhythm all night long It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
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Post by Neko Bazu on Nov 8, 2009 0:15:59 GMT -1
Hubba hubba zoot zoot Num Deba uba zat zat Num A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num A-num Hubba hubba zoot zoot Num Deba uba zat zat Num A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num A-num
Hubba hubba zoot zoot Deba uba zat zat a-num num Hubba hubba zoot zoot Deba uba zat zat a-num num A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num
A-hoorepa hoorepa HAH A-huh-hoorepa a-num num A-num
Hubba hubba zoot zoot Deba uba zat zat a-num num Hubba hubba zoot zoot Deba uba zat zat a-num num A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num
A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa HAH A-num num A-num Hubba hubba zoot zoot A-huh zoot a-huh Deba uba zat zat a-num num Hubba hubba zoot zoot Deba uba zat zat a-num num A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num Num A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num Deba uba zat zat A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num a-num Hubba hubba zoot zoot deba uba zat zat HAH A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num A-num
Hubba hubba zoot zoot Deba uba zat zat a-num num Hubba hubba zoot zoot Duuh Deba uba zat zat a-num num A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num
A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num HAH A-num
Hubba hubba zoot zoot Deba uba zat zat a-num num Hubba hubba zoot zoot Deba uba zat zat a-num num A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num
A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num HAH Hubba hubba zoot zoot Deba uba zat zat a-num num HOH Hubba hubba zoot zoot Hubba hubba mo-re mo-re Deba uba zat zat a-num num A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num A-num
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Post by Neko Bazu on Nov 9, 2009 22:23:10 GMT -1
You touched these tired eyes of mine And map my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts in works of art And they're hanging on the walls of my heart
I may not have the softest touch I may not say the words as such And though I may not look like much I'm yours And though my edges may be rough I never feel I'm quite enough It may not seem like very much But I'm yours
You healed these scars over time Embraced my soul, you loved my mind You're the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died My knees went weak and you saw me cry Said I'm still the soldier in your eyes
I may not have the softest touch I may not say the words as such And though I may not look like much I'm yours And though my edges may be rough I never feel I'm quite enough It may not seem like very much But I'm yours
I may not have the softest touch I may not say the words as such I know I don't fit in that much But I'm yours
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Post by Teesside White on Nov 13, 2009 12:07:51 GMT -1
Another head hangs lowly, Child is slowly taken. And the violence caused such silence, Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me, it's not my family. In your head, in your head they are fighting, With their tanks and their bombs, And their bombs and their guns. In your head, in your head, they are crying...
In your head, in your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie, Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, In your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie? Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...
Another mother's breakin', Heart is taking over. When the vi'lence causes silence, We must be mistaken.
It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen. In your head, in your head they're still fighting, With their tanks and their bombs, And their bombs and their guns. In your head, in your head, they are dying...
In your head, in your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie, Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, In your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie? Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a...
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Post by Teesside White on Nov 21, 2009 14:57:13 GMT -1
Her name is wena Hey have you seen her Everyone says she's amazing She gets so jealous She sticks her head up When i'm checking out the ladies
And she needs so much attention She's always hanging around
My wena is lonely tonight (my wena) She cries when i turn out the light (my wena) She's only happy when i'm holding her tight Oh, my wena Take a look at my wena
My little wena Queen of the scene And all the girls wanna be around her Her skin is so soft I can't keep my hands off Ever since the day i found her
And she'll make your heart beat faster With the wink of an eye
My wena is lonely tonight (my wena) She cries when i turn out the light (my wena) She's only happy when i'm holding her tight Oh, my wena Have you seen my wena Get a load of my
Sometimes she can't sleep at night And i wake up and she's just a looking at me And she snuggles so tight When it's cold outside She likes to show off When we're walking the beach And she's always up for going extra innings And she's a sucker for a happy ending And we may not always agree But she's always here with me
My wena is lonely tonight She cries when i turn out the light She's only happy when i'm holding her tight Oh, my wena Take a look at my wena
My wena is lonely tonight (my beautiful wena) She cries when i turn out the light (she wants to get her dream) She's only happy when i'm holding her tight Oh, my wena My wonderful wena
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Post by Neko Bazu on Nov 28, 2009 18:19:10 GMT -1
Leaving my life behind My young love and the unborn Only have a lock of her hair And burning love inside
After forty work-filled days and sleepless nights The sails are lit by the lights of Boston
And here we go Off the ship!
Towards the adventure The one to define our lives Daily grind and a tiny room
"I got here safe, Love. I have an address, until spring Then I shall race for the land, Hope to hear from you soon..."
Her letter reads
"Please let me know everything's alright Thinking about you, 'though you're out of sight Every night, when I'm turning in, my tears find me Please hurry, dear, come back and rescue me..."
"Now that I have made the dollars we need for the dream. The best horse I've ever seen, A carriage and everything I need I will make my way to the great unknown Every moment I wish you were here with me now"
"Please let me know everything's alright Thinking about you, 'though you're out of sight Every night, when I'm turning in, my tears find me. Please hurry, dear, come back and rescue me..."
"No, I'm not a stranger, among the people in here Yet I have never felt so alone... At high noon the sound will boom and I will start racing for the land we can call home."
I stuck my flag in the ground, screaming and shouting I've never felt so proud, Love! We are free from eternal serfdom I'm gonna bring you home, my light!
"Nine, eight, seven, six, counting the days, solo!" "Five, four, three, two, together forever, solo!"
I made my way into the great unknown Land by the river, and a new built home I am the land and the land is me Freedom is everything and we are free
I made my way into the great unknown Land by the river, and a new built home Every night, when I'm looking at the full moon rising I hold you and know that we are free
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Post by El Morto La Hoja! on Dec 19, 2009 18:10:33 GMT -1
gimme danger, little stranger and I'll give you a piece gimme danger, little stranger and I'll feel your disease
there's nothing in my dreams Just some ugly memories kiss me like the ocean breeze
(hey!)
Now if you will be my lover i will shiver insane but if you can be my master i will do anything
there's nothing left to life but a pair glassy eyes raze my feelings one more time
(yeah!)
find a little strip and find a little stranger yeah you're gonna feel my hand
said: I got a little angel, want a little danger honey you're gonna feel my hand swear you're gonna feel my hand swear you're gonna feel my hand
gimme danger little stranger gimme danger little stranger gimme danger little stranger
gimme danger little stranger
gimme danger little stranger
can you feel me? you gotta feel me! you gotta feel this
little stranger...
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Post by Neko Bazu on Jan 5, 2010 10:30:16 GMT -1
Ain't got no mind to speak of In fact I'm pretty thick But I can strap on an axe and shake meself about Boogie 'til I'm sick
I ain't got no time for intellectual music E.G. Hurches' preach But give me a riff that swings like a can of cold beans And I can boogie like a bitch
Oh, heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Play that stupid rhythm, work your fingers to the bone
If you wanna see my hackles rise Play a disco song Gimme a 12-bar blues that really moves And I can boogie all night long
Oh, heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Bang your head on a wall
Oh, heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Bang your head on a wall
Heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Bang your head on a wall
Heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Heads down no nonsense mindless boogie Bang your head on a wall
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Post by Pete the Wolf on Feb 8, 2010 14:31:53 GMT -1
Didn't we have a lovely time the day we went to Bangor A beautiful day, we had lunch on the way and all for under a pound you know But on the way back I cuddled with Jack and we opened a bottle of cider Singing a few of our favourite songs as the wheels went around
Do you recall the thrill of it all as we walked along the sea grand Then on the sand we heard a brass band that played the Diddlely-Bump-Terrara Elsie and me had one cup of tea then we took a Paddler boat out Splashing away as we sat on the bay and the wheels went 'round
Didn't we have a lovely time the day we went to Bangor A beautiful day, we had lunch on the way and all for under a pound you know But on the way back I cuddled with Jack and we opened a bottle of cider Singing a few of our favourite songs as the wheels went around
Wasn't it nice, eating chocolate ice as we strolled around the fun-fair Then we ate eels in big ferris wheels as we sailed around the ground but then We had to be quick 'cause Elsie felt sick and we had to find somewhere to take her I said to her lad, what made her feel bad was the wheel going 'round
Didn't we have a lovely time the day we went to Bangor A beautiful day, we had lunch on the way and all for under a pound you know But on the way back I cuddled with Jack and we opened a bottle of cider Singing a few of our favourite songs as the wheels went around
Elsie and me, we finished our tea and said goodbye to the seaside Got on the bus, Flo said to us, oh isn't it a shame to go Wouldn't it be grand to have cash on demand and to live like this for always Oh it makes me feel ill, when I think of the mill and the wheels goin' 'round
Didn't we have a lovely time the day we went to Bangor A beautiful day, we had lunch on the way and all for under a pound you know But on the way back I cuddled with Jack and we opened a bottle of cider Singing a few of our favourite songs as the wheels went around
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Post by Jules-Hovah on Apr 28, 2010 9:01:09 GMT -1
Who's the leader of the club That's made for you and me M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E Hey! there, Hi! there, Ho! there You're as welcome as can be M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
Mickey Mouse!
Mickey Mouse!
Forever let us hold our banner High! High! High! High!
Come along and sing a song And join the jamboree! M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
Mickey Mouse club We'll have fun We'll be new faces High! High! High! High!
We'll do things and We'll go places All around the world We'll go marching
Who's the leader of the club That's made for you and me M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E Hey! there, Hi! there, Ho! there You're as welcome as can be M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
Mickey Mouse!
Mickey Mouse!
Forever let us hold our banner High! High! High! High!
Come along and sing a song And join the jamboree! M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
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Post by Jules-Hovah on Apr 28, 2010 9:17:11 GMT -1
Life is timeless, days are long when you're young You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young Life is new and there's things to be done You can't wait to be grown up Acceptance into the capital world You pull on some weed and you pull on someone when you're young
But you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to comprehend Why you set up your dreams to have them smashed in the end
But you don't mind you've got time on your side And they're never gonna make you stand in line You're just waiting for the right time
You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You swear you're never ever gonna work for someone No corporations for the new age sons Tears of rage run down your face But still you say "it's fun"
And you find out life isn't like that It's so hard to understand Why the world is your oyster but your future's a clam
It's got you in its grip before you're born It's done with the use of a dice and a board They let you think you're king but you're really a pawn
You're fearless and brave - you can't be stopped when you're young You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum
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Post by El Morto La Hoja! on May 13, 2010 23:15:01 GMT -1
Yeah but nobody searches Nobody cares somehow When the loving that you've wasted Comes raining from a hapless cloud And I might stop and look upon your face Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze See the living that surrounds me Dissipate in a violet place
Can't you see what you've done to my heart And soul? This is a wasteland now
We spies We slow hands Put the weights all around yourself We spies Oh yeah we slow hands You put the weights all around yourself now
I submit my incentive is romance I watched the pole dance of the stars We rejoice because the hurting is so painless >From the distance of passing cars But I am married to your charms & grace I just go crazy like the good old days You make me want to pick up a guitar And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can you see what you've done to my heart And soul? This is a wasteland now
We spies Yeah we slow hands You put the weights all around yourself We spies Oh yeah we slow hands Killer, for hire you know not yourself
We spies We slow hands You put the weights all around yourself We spies Oh yeah we slow hands We retire like nobody else We spies Intimate slow hands killer For hire you know not yourself We spies Intimate slow hands You let the face slap around herself
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Post by El Morto La Hoja! on May 14, 2010 15:39:35 GMT -1
Por el camino del desierto El viento me despeina Sube el aroma de colita Luna, luna de nadie Ella a lo lejos Una luz centela La idea de mi estar Quedar por la noche Alli estaba a la entrada Y las campanas a sonar Y me di con llamarme mismo Que es puerta del cielo Ella enciende una vela En muestra del camino Suenan voces en el corredor Y lo que indican diciend
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place
Ella al lado que brillaba Tenia una Mercedes Rodeada de chicos guapos Ella llamaba amigos
Cuando viene despacio Del tumba de verano Aquel era pa recordar Y otro pa olvidar
Le pedi al capitan Que sirve el vino Y pedi con un amor Tenido este alcohol De este sesenta y nueve Famosa y que llamando Pues me va a despertar La noche para decir
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place
El espejo en el techo Champana en el hielo Y ella dijo somos todos prisioneros De propia voluntad Y en los cuartos principales Hacen sucias esta Hasta aca a la bestia Pero no la logra a matar
Mi ultimo recuerdo Corria hacia la puerta Ver una candela en el camino Por donde habia llegado "Relax" dijo el portero Por mi es honor recibir Puede salir cuando quiere Pero nunca yo partir
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place
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Post by Jules-Hovah on Jun 3, 2010 12:46:33 GMT -1
Shot through the heart and you're to blame Darlin' you give love a bad name
An angel's smile is what you sell You promise me heaven then put me through hell Chains of love got a hold on me When passion's a prison you can't break free
Oh! You're a loaded gun, yeah Oh! There's nowhere to run No one can save me The damage is done
Shot through the heart and you're to blame You give love a bad name (Bad name) I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name (Bad name) Hey, you give love a bad name
Paint your smile on your lips Blood red nails on your fingertips A school boy's dream, you act so shy Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye
Whoa! You're a loaded gun Whoa! There's nowhere to run No one can save me The damage is done
Shot through the heart and you're to blame You give love a bad name (Bad name) I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name (Bad name) You give love, oh!
Oh! Shot through the heart and you're to blame You give love a bad name I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name (Bad name)
Shot through the heart and you're to blame You give love a bad name (Bad name) I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name (Bad name)
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Post by Billy on Jun 5, 2010 22:55:10 GMT -1
Good times for a change See, the luck I've had Can make a good man Turn bad
So please please please Let me, let me, let me Let me get what I want This time
Haven't had a dream in a long time See, the life I've had Can make a good man bad
So for once in my life Let me get what I want Lord knows, it would be the first time Lord knows, it would be the first time
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Post by Billy on Jul 17, 2010 20:46:38 GMT -1
Para bailar la bamba Para bailar la bamba Se necesita una poca de gracia Una poca de gracia para mi para ti Y arriba y arriba Ay arriba y arriba Por ti sere, por ti sere, por ti sere
Yo no soy marinero Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan Soy capitan, soy capitan
Bamba, bamba Bamba, bamba Bamba, bamba Bamba
Para bailar la bamba Para bailar la bamba Se necesita una poca de gracia Una poca de gracia para mi para ti Ay y arriba y arriba
Para bailar la bamba Para bailar la bamba Se necesita una poca de gracia Una poca de gracia para mi para ti Y arriba y arriba Ay arriba y arriba Por ti sere, por ti sere, por ti sere
Bamba, bamba Bamba, bamba Bamba, bamba Bamba, bamba
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Post by Neko Bazu on Sept 16, 2010 6:16:14 GMT -1
Fuck the motherfucker, fuck the motherfucker, Fuck the motherfucker he's a fucking motherfucker. Fuck the motherfucker, fuck the fucking fucker, Fuck the motherfucker he's a total fucking fucker Fuck the motherfucker, fuck the motherfucker, Fuck the mother fucker, fuck him, fuck the motherfucker. Fuck the motherfucker, fuck the motherfucking pope.
Fuck the motherfucker, and fuck you motherfucker If you think that motherfucker is sacred. If you cover for another motherfucker who's a kiddy-fucker, Fuck you, you're no better than the motherfucking rapist. And if you don't like the swearing that this motherfucker forced from me And reckon it shows moral or intellectual paucity Then fuck you motherfucker, this is language one employs When one is fucking cross about fuckers fucking boys
I dont give a fuck if calling the pope a motherfucker Means you unthinkingly brand me an unthinking apostate. This has nowt to do with other fucking godly motherfuckers I'm not interested right now in fucking scriptural debate. There are other fucking songs and there are other fucking ways, I'll be a religious apologist on other fucking days, But the fact remains if you protect a single kiddy fucker Then Pope or Prince or Plumber, you're a fucking motherfucker.
See I don't give a fuck what any other motherfucker Believes about Jesus and his motherfucking mother. I've no problem with the spiritual beliefs of all these fuckers While those beliefs dont impact on the happiness of others, But if you build your church on claims of fucking moral authority And with threats of hell impose it on others in society, Then you, you motherfuckers, can expect some fucking wrath When it turns out you've been fucking us in our motherfucking asses.
So fuck the motherfucker, and fuck you motherfucker If you're still a motherfucking papist. If he covered for a single motherfucker whos a kiddy-fucker, Fuck the motherfucker, hes as evil as the rapist. And if you look into your motherfucking heart and tell me true If this motherfucking stupid fucking song offended you, With its filthy fucking language and its fucking direspect, If it made you feel angry, go ahead and write a letter, But if you find me more offensive than the fucking possibility The pope protected priests when they were getting fucking fiddly Then listen to me motherfucker - this here is a fact, You are just as morally misguided as that motherfucking, Power-hungry, self-aggrandized bigot in the stupid fucking hat.
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Post by Neko Bazu on Oct 7, 2010 5:48:55 GMT -1
I would be a liar if I pretended to admire The redlight windscreen cleaning empire that you've built But my heart is good, it's not a thing of stone or wood I'll give you fifty cents to take away my guilt
I give money to folk that just don't have enough To try to justify the future purchases of stuff That I don't need I know that one less vodka cranberry tonight And I could feed some foreign family for a fortnight But I might just have one more After all, what is vodka for Apart from making you want to shag your best mate's wife? Dampening the guilt you feel about your perfect life
Fuck the poor, what is all this hoo-hah for? There's only one reason I'll phone 1-800-0340-34 It's the force that drove Teresea, and that school that Opera built I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt
Fuck the poor, I'm not pretending anymore That I really give two shits about some kids in Bangalore I'm more interested in footie than seeing the Solomons rebuilt But I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt
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