Good evening, children of cultural abandon. You searched for a saviour, well here I am. And all the best ones are dying off so quickly. While I'm still here, enjoy me while you can.
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I walk around these empty streets. They say there's nothing left to meet. I say there's no one here for you. . Down in the land, the land of the blind.
Cows. Aah, how peculiar?. . I am all of the above, babe. Johnny long strokes to the grave. Saving all the stamps and spend it on a kettle. . Rub me rub me up right, lovely.
Hotel motel Holiday Inn. Hotel motel. . Vein popping. Heart clogging. Name dropping. Life stopping. Got no strings. But I think with my dingalingaling.
Yee-haw. . Queen Bitch, eat the rich. I'm on the second course today. I'm not the first and I won't be the worst. She's done most of L.A.. . Can't find a virgin, I can get you a surgeon.
There's something crawling up my wrist. I think it's dying. Bless the Lord. I can't think straight anymore. . You won't see me crying. There'll be tears before bedtime for sure.
Another friend to have a go on. And she asks me do I miss her when she's gone. And I reply. As much as I miss anyone. Oh. Woohoo. . And I'll be your gay friend.
Boy boy boy girl girl girl clap your hands. Clap your hands if you wanna wanna. Boy boy boy girl girl girl clap your hands. Clap your hands if you wanna wanna.
The only man who made you come. When you cried, you cried for us. And when we died, you died alone. Gravity's calling. Don't go home. Where are we. . Did what I could.
Hello Sir, remember me?. I'm the man you thought I'd never be. The boy who you reduced to tears. The lad called 'Thingy' for six whole years. . Yeah, that's right, my name's Bob.
I know I'm hard to resist. Y'all can come and help me pick the sweetcorn out of this.. It's hard to be humble. When you're so fucking big. Did you ever meet a sexier male chauvinist pig.
I feel it in the static. He lives in my basement. And I can hardly face it. My performance is easy. I am the god of romance. And in my confusion. I have the right to reign.
I hope there's a golden age. I pray for my sanity. Where we don't have to answer to anyone 'bout anything. . This is not like a brochure. Flying cars and sex machines.
Know no fear I'll still be here tomorrow. Bend my ear I'm not gonna go away. You are love so why do you shed a tear. Know no fear you will see heaven from here.
Let's all make babies and sauces from Sainsbury's. Cos this is a happy song. Play on my pink flute but make it for Beirut. Cos this is a happy song. You need a mood maker, then go meet my tailor.
Have you met Miss Jones?. Someone said as we shook hands. She was just Miss Jones to me. . And then I said, "Miss Jones. You're a girl who understands.
Hello, did you miss me?. I know, I'm hard to resist. Y'all can come and help me. Pick the sweet corn out of this. It's hard to be humble. When you're so fuckin' big.
Brothers,. If only God can judge us. Then who clear up the rubbish down here. Cause they don't care for us. . There's trouble. Calling out of that rubble.
Everyone's suggesting, inferring, in bold type. The idiots and actually the minority. That I'm wasted, that I'm strung out. They all should be wondering why the hell I'm not!.