Lyrics:
your eyes
Oh when the sausages taste like fried toothpaste and your driven mad with flies
It's a national institution, it's the Aussie thing to do
So
ladas into tree
Whilst Midlanders and Brummies
Die by bollocks to the knee
Let the Welsh choke on their national song
A daffodil in hand
East
the words stuck in my throat
No opera, but the best that I have
So when I hear The National
Or Cigarettes & clcohol
I won't think of what could have been
and swat 'em like flies
But the national guard will be harder to catch
We need a sign
To rally the people
To call them to arms
and to bring them in
from that opera room fat bitch
Tell em' it's not to pursue it, just shoe it like a blacksmith
We're trapped, and movin round in circles like it's chap
like flies
But the national guard will be harder to catch
We need a sign
To rally the people
To call them to arms
And to bring them in line!
tie
N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's
Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style
With loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em
I've played every kind of gig there is to play now
I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funerals
In opera houses, concert halls,
up
Picks your pockets for some easy money
'Cause she blew the goddamn lot on the national lottery
Steals the paper and checks the front page
INSTRUMENTAL
Real flute(not sample), played by famous flutist Theodoris Mavromatis, of National Opera of Greece.
hit I bring it home like I'm a National
I felt overlooked and now I feel I'm overpowerin
I was overthinkin, now it's over for these cowards and
I
our national humor is self-mocking, you know? We do laugh at ourselves a lot in England.
- With good cause!
- Yes. With good cause. And the other thing,
Will pull your card
I'll never forget
That time
First grade Lingelbach
Elementary crime
Auditorium first day
National Anthem
I held that last note
Front National, je suis issue de L'Afrique coloniale
Art Plastique Central Nucléaire Georges Michel Pompidou
Pom-pom Girls la Chatte des Poilou
Tout doux
a pas de cinéma
Qui t'as dit que je venais d'en bas
J'suis pas le genre de gars à traîner devant l'opéra
Mais j'suis pas non plus celui qui vit dans une
up
Picks your pockets for some easy money
'Cause she blew the goddamn lot on the national lottery
Steals the paper and checks the front page
I had just finished shooting a coffee commercial
National spot, in residual heaven
My boyfriend's on TV, a soap opera villain
We both live in
Woo
Said that to myself because I'm a champion
This my national anthem
Probably feel like opera music in the Phantom
Ain't got one of those,
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