When you were mine I gave you all of my money Time after time You've done me wrong Just like a train Let all my friends come over and eat You were so
I come home in the morning light My mother says when you gonna live your life right Oh mama dear we're not the fortunate ones And girls they want to have
A 47 storeyed office building. Luxury working conditions. Day after day welfare is created. Working hours are out. Time to go back home and see the family
Hey, everybody Have fun again I want you to have fun Have fun again I want you to have fun Just like little children Like the little children Know how
Like an ordinary, like an ordinary thought That drifts into a naked eye How extraordinary, things are happening Can't stop myself, i'm sinking into broken
I sprout confused from atop my head. These ears as teeth between my legs. Who has the nerve to sing la la la? Tie down all the moves. Conceived released
Pollards mumbling here Rings of blue and Rings of gold So many stories to be told It hurts be worse than it hurt you You realize now thats not true..
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At home, we're bored Just got off another shitty tour Moat filled with flaming pus Sleazy, he won't talk to us Fondle fish in way illegal Coffin filled
The egg was spawned in our mutation pit In the bowels of your, earth, it was grown Feeding on the blood of you loin spawn And all the filthy load that
Well, I've been wearing a gilded lily Cunningly carved in a manner frilly To my design it was created No deviation was tolerated My gilded lily, he thinks
Can you hear the whispering wind Over the screams of your dying friends? Did you know your life is mine? You know what I got, ham on the bone A little
Gor-Gor, Gor-Gor comes and sirens wail Mournful drone of babbling fail Thunderous gnashing firestorm Flames illuminate his form Gor-Gor comes and you
This is the story of poor ole Tom He wakes, crusted in vomit He sobs, his bowels release His face is painted like a clown His face contorts in agony
I met her at a donkey show She was minutes past 13 Sucking on a cherry yoo hoo Reading 'Nugget' magazine Cum splattered tube-top Scrawny pre-pube tits
We're the morality squad Armed with the wrath of God My name is Granbo And here's my holy hot rod Freedom to all the people Brave, true and strong Freedom
Into the valley we go To bliss the witch, she sucking Ultimate power, life's suck zonk zone Stands over you Squat launching you Humans squirm, stomachs
Hoy me he levantado dando un salto mortal He echado un par de huevos a mi sarten Dando volteretas he llegado al bano Me he duchado y he despilfarrado