Lyrics:
Running on these streets
Through all these people
Searching for the right kind
Could it ever be found
Just looking for a group of artists
Who find
Since the dawn of time, looking for a prey
This group of dildos, looking for a lay
Fuckaholics, Fuckaholics, looking for a lay
Fuckaholics,
reality, but you will hear none
They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction
Some say no to drugs, and take a stand
But after the show, they go looking for
reality, but you will hear none
They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction
Some say no to drugs, and take a stand
But after the show, they go looking for
to save the world
I know you're somewhere out there
'Cause I'm looking for a group
Oh, I need some teammates
Some wanna-be heroes
Who wanna put on some
looking for fires?
Or a group of more liars?
Are you using your faith?
When we all have a choice then
We act a like a man
Will you raise up your hands?
little eye me resisting your fears
There is innocence in us
Looking for someone to trust
Walk in groups stay in silence
This pistol's cocked for violence
And we're looking for a guy from a group
Wow
BUT HE'S GOTTA HAVE A DICK!
WAAAH!
AND HE'S GOTTA HAVE A DICK THAT'S A MONSTER!!
WAAAAAAAAH!... That's me!!
set
Sticking with the homies
Getting them big racks
Just trying to figure out
Where I'ma go next
Big butt bitches
Just Looking for some group sex
of
Bad bad news
No voodoo withdrew booze
Leave you in the pooh poohs
Stopped by said coucou
They don't like me beaucoup
Flying like a soucoupe
Looking for
mahogany floors took a lot of mulah
I don’t like guests, ops looking for a group up
But the glock go Day-Bow-Bow like the song from Ferris Bueller
I ain’t do
nowhere to go
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
Oh Sunday, Monday,
nowhere to go
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
Oh Sunday, Monday,
This is my world your Mel Gibson looking for feud
He joined the group in the room through Zoom
He was apparently comparing a pot of moosehead soup
you got the money from
Two years ago you was nothing but a young buck
Now you're rollin with a roughneck troop
Looking for kids to recruit to your
forget? I know I never will
Who's the one next to you in the group photograph?
Who's the one with the face too unhappy to laugh?
Standing there looking
floor,
Head banging to the beat yeah I wanna hear more,
Coz I'm looking for a dancing group girls galore,
Here we go feet moving to the beat,
In the corner
distribution
Punk rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting
The new groups are not
nowhere to go
While in my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
While in my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
Oh Sunday,
a shroom
Woke up quarter after 12 the next afternoon
Went straight to key pad zoom grabbed the next tomb
This is my world, you Mel Gibson looking for fuel
He
drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun
I'm only
Looking for fun
underneath the hood
And the rugs, seats, and panels now are looking good
When i go looking for something to do
She's got enough room now to barely seat two
just a little late?
Are you looking for a way to chuck it all?
We can end your daily strife
At a reasonable price
You've seen it advertised in Life
Somebody to teach me to love
Somebody to help me rise above
I need to survive
I'm looking for
Looking for, looking for, looking for mercy
Looking for
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