I'm a private in a private army etc... I am a working for Securicor. Take the money and come back for more. I want to do it cause I know I should. For the customer and the common good.
Now that I've used up all my ideas. Here in my little house by the sea. I search for a usable memory. But none comes to me. . In grade one, my teacher could do embalming.
Out of the chaos we divide. Fucked up, muddled up looking for a side. Stay on the outside, don't go in. Don't think that you can do it,. If you sell out they win.
Now that I've used up all my ideas. Here in my little house by the sea. I search for a usable memory but none comes to me. . In grade one, my teacher could do embalming.
ATTENTION. Fuck American power. Fuck Russian power. Fuck British power.. Fuck all power.. ATTENTION. These ignorant shits arm themselves for annihilation and call it world peace..
Tarzan wasn't a ladies man. He'd just come along and scoop 'em. Up under his arm like that. Quick as a cat, in the jungle. Clark Kent, now there was a real gent.
You're paying for prisons, you're paying for war. Paying for lobotomies, you're paying for law. Paying for their order, paying for their murder. Paying for your ticket to watch the farce.
I can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed. How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head. And who'd have ever thought I'd not complain about a mess.
Cor blimey. . Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big 'un,. Cop an eyeful of this muscular arm.. Being tough'n'tough is my kind of fun. But, of course I never do no harm..
I know the guy who we can blame. I even know his middle name. I never liked his stupid games. . And if he tries to hunt us down. Or thinks that he can fool around.
Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big 'un, cop an eyeful of this muscular arm. Being tough 'n' rough is my kind of fun but, of course I never do no harm. Ain't my fault I like cracking bones, gives me a funny kind of thrill.
Cor blimey. . Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big'un. Cop an eyeful of this muscular arm. Dealing out pain is my kind of fun. Get my drift? I mean real harm.
Sometimes its hard to be a woman. Givin' all your love to just one man. You'll have bad times. And he'll have good times. Doin' things that you don't understand.
Not for me the factory floor,. Sweeping up from nine to four.. Not for me the silly rat race,. I don't see the point in anycase.. People ask me why I say what I do,.
I listened to a bird. that told me all. He seemed to make no sense as I recall. I listened to the bees, their buzzing sounds. Told nothing of the purpose of their rounds.
Not for me the factory floor. Sweeping up from nine to four. Not for me the silly rat race. Don't see the point in anycase. People ask me why I say what I do.
Listen to the grass that's out there blowin'. Look at that tractor just there sittin'. It's my name that the bottle's callin'. Listen to the goddamn song I'm singin'.
The grey man at the wheel. Looks around to see if there's some skirt he can steal. He doesn't really want to, he's just acting out a game. In their own fucked up way, most people do the same.
Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin Mother and Child. Holy Infant so tender and mild. Sleep in Heavenly peace. Sleep in Heavenly peace.
Mccormack and richard tauber are sitting by the bed. There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head. There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands.