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Guttermouth - 1-2-3-4 lyrics
give me a gun give me a gun cause cause bombs and guns are really fun i've lost my job my moneys gon live like a slob i've got no home only streets to roams live so alone i'm barely alive i feed on cats to survive my wife left me my kids are dead all this guilt is in my head i can't go on living like this i wish that i was dead i wish give me a gun i'll kill a nun just wait and see give me a gun i'll shoot a cop to be on tv nothing could be more fun than a shooting spree once again i found myself back on tv guns are fun so much neato fun, fun, fun better run i got a gun come on down and join the fun woopie!!! food for thought i just want to eat some pills littleones big ones get my fill don't matter what kind cause i'll be buying them up or down i rely on them little red ones quay ludes and the beauties i gotta get gotta gotta get gotta gonna get some pills i just wanna eat pills kill the pain makes me smart speeds up my brain kids at school lining up and buying them day or night i'll be selling them little cross tops pink hearts and vicodin i gotta get gotta gotta get gotta gonna get somes pills gar-bage (gar'bij), a perfect example of uninteresting poetry real life was never like this the door opened as i fell trough minds of man like piss learning is a thing of the past the door has opened and closed i'm locked inside this out side world why the fuck no one knows why the fuck am i trapped like this world of forgotten minds living on parallel lines forgotten people of the past in the human race i came out last i've been left behind left behind with human kind i want to go away i'm with these people every day human kind was left behind and i don't want to be here human kind was left behind and i don't want to be here world of forgotten minds living on parallel lines forgotten people of the past in the human race i came out last up your bum worked all day go out get a pint tonight the mods show up on camden gonna be a fight oppression from society on my back maggie you'll see got no worries cause i got no quid in a neighborhood full of unfriendly faces oi oi oi oi oi oi cause i gotta believe oi oi oi somethings gotta change this just ain't right ride the tube to the end of thre line i got no job just plenty of time call me a wanker call me a bum i'm on the dole got tome for fun don't care about time we've got big ben toying with bobbies gobbing on them i'm flat broke have you got 10p fuck the system give me anarchy oi oi oi oi oi oi cause i gotta believe oi oi oi somethings gotta change this just ain't right society don't blame me oi oi oi oi oi oi cause i gotta believe oi oi oiiiiiihhaaaaarrrrgggg....! |
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