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Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

Genres: Rock

Evil Lyrics - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

He is the People's poet and all the people know it 

They've read his published stories in public lavatories 

In town and country locals he's Mr. Antisocial 

His violence does the talking those boots weren't made for walking 


He's a cold blooded vulture he won't respect your culture 

He's nothing like your good self he's come to burn your bookshelf 

He'll gobble up your children destroy what you've been building 

And when you're left to suffer he'll vivisect your mother 

He is the Lord and master of every war and disaster 


Every disease and famine, a piece of canning, planning 

Be was in Vietnam he is the Klu Klux Klan 

He was the child catcher he gave us Margaret Thatcher 


One day the Devil was in high good humor 

For he had created a mirror which made everything 

Good and beautiful, reflected in it shrink to almost nothing 

And everything bad and ugly, stand out more clearly than ever 


All the little imps who went to the Devil's school 

Ran around with the mirror, until there was nowhere 

And no one that had not been distorted in it 

The Devil was much amused and the mirror itself grinned wickedly 


Then the little imps decided to fly up to heaven to make fun of God 

And his angels, the higher they carried the mirror the more it grinned 

Until it was shaking so hard with laughter that it slipped out of their 

Hands and fell to earth where it broke into millions of pieces 


And then it caused even more trouble than before 

Because all the tiny splinters, scarcely the size of a grain of sand 

Went flying around the world and whenever a splinter flew 

Into anyone's eye, it had the same power as the whole mirror 

And made people see everything distorted 


Sometimes a splinter of glass even entered someone's heart 

Which was worst of all, for then that person's heart was turned to ice 

And by his royal appointment there'll be no more enjoyment 


There will be no more benders no service will be rendered 

The shops will not be open until he sees you broken 

You've got to give him credit the poor man's Norman Tebbitt 

Cruelty without beauty, beyond the call of duty 


And beyond my understanding I find it so demanding 

I wish I could forget it and be more apathetic 

It's just it bothers me so how anyone could be so evil 

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Copyright: Emi Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

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