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Regurgitator

Genres: Rock

Fuck The Goddamn World Lyrics - Regurgitator

woke up the other morn 

it was a perfect day 

picked up the news paper checked the front page 

what it'd say.. 10 new wars today 

no cause for dismay 

generally ok 

hip hooray... 

dragged on my kit gautier 

recycled plastic handmade yesterday 

my face paled assailed by the tales of decay 

enthralled by the worldwide hop to the fray 

next page.. 

things a getting better all the way 

another tanker blew it's load in the bay 

hey great.. 

what you'd call a small way lay 

just a couple hundred ton of crude on display.. 

greasy.. time to move on no delay 

gimme the next headline just a byline away 

new plague.. 

somethin bout the coming of aids 

airborn.. now we got some trouble goin on.. 

get down hell fuck the goddamn world 

ooee.. fixed myself a hot cup of tea 

sat back and relaxed clicked on the tv 

whatd you see.. popstars raw derriere 

shake the shit bare waxed legs in the air 

mondieu 

bluffin with the t and a fair 

aint nothin but a half baked muffin affair 

the say sex sells when you got shit to say 

o fuck please miss k put yo vag away 

porfane.. pop the damn dial make it change 

from the pure purile to the plainly inane 

insane.. now i'm goinig outta my brain 

from the b grade pain that i fail to refrain 

it's the anthropological 

fly on the cubicle wall 

with the universal casting call for all 

the line between the real and the wrong 

all gone.. 

now we got some trouble goin on.. 

here we go.. knocked on my clock radio 

so i could get my piece of the say so 

first row.. tickets to the blow by blow 

stereo.. mmm.. that show the shit flow 

explode.. just another eye for eye 

let you know.. whose god is booking the flights 

only one thing holely about a holy war 

and that's the bullet - ridden bodies on the killin floor 

but the wall street booms and everyone's paid 

cept the child who made my shoes for a dollar a day 

i'm afraid.. 

big biz has got your government played 

democracy rotten on a mad cow strain 

fast food chains have been feeding us brains 

and remains cutting costs still the name of the game 

hate to rain on your parade but now the hunter is the prey 

new dawn.. now we got some trouble goin on