If I told you. That the crowd was all ears,. Could you find the words to say?. If I told you. You could take home the prize,. Would you know the game to play?.
Na Na Na Na. Im listening to you go on and on about yourself,. But do you have time for me tomorrow,. I guess youve got other plans instead,. Its taken a long time for me to open up my eyes,.
Woke up this morning. Heard the rain beating down outside. Fed up and lonely. They were playing on my mind. . Took my umbrella. And I went walking down my street.
Forever lost, sick of it all. Throw away the rest of all that's left. Too far to fall, all hope is gone. Now the Earth is dead and desolate. All the nameless have been layed to rest.
On my way, another day. Living proof that you can live a lie. On the surface there's a purpose. But I need a reason why. . Try to cope, that's how it goes.
Fuck Ya, Fuck Ya. F-U-C-K-Y-A. Fuck Ya, Fuck Ya. F-U-C-K-Y-A. . I really hate your fuckin' guts. And I'm gonna kick you in the nuts. So Fuck Ya, Fuck Ya.
I got washed up on an island in Memphis. I got wasted in a Longbeach bungalow. I took out your assassins on a plateau drunk with poison. I'm hell-bent on doing the things you love.
I'm going to the beach. I like to do the swim. I am especially good. At the butterfly. Here are my flipper. Here are my goggles too. Hear my barnacles.
Sometimes it's best to give an old dream a rest.... . Huh, hnh, huh, hah. Huh, hnh, huh, hah. Huh, hnh, huh, hah. Huh, huh, huh, h-h-h-huh. . Let's go! (?).
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(Kirsty MacColl). I thought of you when they closed down the school. And the hospital too. Did they think that you were better?. They were wrong. You had so many friends.
(Kirsty MacColl). Seven times in seven days. I've sat and wished my life away. I know the greyness comes and goes. But the sun don't shine. And the snow don't snow.
You are pronounced dead. Due to a crushing blow to the head. The reaper has passed his curse. Lifeless body hauled away in a hearse. Death is the reality.
In a far away town. many years ago. There lived a man. who caused much woe. He'd murder young men. and slice up the meat. And sell to hungry town people to eat.
Mein liebes Kind, pass besser auf,. Fritz Haarmann sucht nach dir. Er wird dich aufschlitzen, dein Blut verspritzen. zum stillen der hungrigen Gier. .
Mein liebes Kind, pass besser auf,. Fritz Haarmann sucht nach dir. Er wird dich aufschlitzen, dein Blut verspritzen. zum stillen der hungrigen Gier. .
Jeffrey Dahmer wanted a freeze-dried man. So he could do things he enjoyed again and again. Jeff said he'd fondle, rub, and lay with his freeze dried man.
Well, I spent last night trying to chuck me bird,. She were clinging to me leg like an old sick turd,. I said your tits are too small and your legs are too short,.
He'll eat your pies, he'll tell you lies,. You wouldn't believe that fat bastard's size. His massive gut is forty foot, it goes dark when he walks in the pub.