Lyrics:
At You... Just Look At You.
I Said I'm Angry Just Looking At You.
I'm Sick And Tired Of Sitting Back Listening To All Of Your Clap-Trap
If You Could
Gros reboot dans leur putain de gueule
Fais trembler le parquet, gros fous moi le zbeul
Claptrap t'atrappes, mauvais bail
Faire son propre beurre en
Oh, no
I think I have ghosts!
Oh, no
And so it goes
Mums the word when ghouls are near
Their claptrap stokes all the fear
Mums the word when ghouls are
Don't give me your claptrap
Don't give me your stinking words
You make me feel like a fat sap
Hapless, in a dirty shirt
But I'm a rational man
more than claptrap and bullshit
missing the point, missing the love.
Going up and going down on Funfair Avenue
Dancin around and round, tryin to forget
Hopeless heroes beat this clap-trap haven
Rats are bigger than the noise, this generation
Who the hell is Tod Jones anyway?
Society's bombs
E-Girl in my lap
She talks more than ClapTrap
Listening rap
When I see your ass I slap
David playing a bass
While I remove your dress
Bitch your fast
Arrest and correct
Claptrap confidence
A fronted element
Keep it all inside your temple
Suppress and reject
Silencing reactionary oversight for all
Papist claptrap
We can take precautions
MRS bLACKITT: What, you mean lock the door?
MR bLACKITT: No, no i mean, because we
Are members of the
Protestant
enforcer
Leave it up to Nisha to
Keep the law and order
Athena is the gladiator of sorts
And don't judge Claptrap just
Because he's shorter (hey)
You got
on an election
To set him loose from that bum rap
With a good dose of insurrection
We could wipe that claptrap jailhouse off the map
We could wipe that
then it went off torn at the seams
claptrap gave it some yap
now she just thinks Im a big sap
revolutionaries
Wired up to the eyeballs and away with the fairies
Claptrap! I was coming to that
Claptrap! Yeah as a matter of fact
Claptrap! That’s what I think
your claptrap is making me raving
keep your bleeding hands of my baby
or I'll fuck you up
I'll fuck you up
I'll fuck you up
run
you're still writing
to eat, I was fat fat
Losing myself, yeah I had to go backtrack
Like chiropractor, break ya back, get snapped back
Border my land, I'm calling up ClapTrap
claptrap to yourself
I barely know you so why would you waste my time with needless stories
Don't talk to me cause I got this smalltalk aversion
Don't talk
Where they go. They're running low I see where they go
Out in the outback with my merciful claptrap
Look out you'd better duck, here comes the Flying
on wanderlust roving the claptrap right back to the same luck
Writing stories
Harlotry parties
Mind is caving to tunnel vision
White out the missives
Get back
In ten years time, where will I be
Maybe dead and buried, some might say deceased
But I tell you what, they are the disease
Shut their clap-traps
ну че скажешь
как те мой голос бл*
facts are smiling over face
life dropped me under bass
they've robbed me with clap-trap grace
ill take my days
who
wounds
Cross yourself and carry on
That claptrap may do you good
this open world, we’re ready to fight (Hey!)
Claptrap’s antics, and tales untold
In this crazy game, we break the mold
Vaults of legend, with secrets
rent out a claptrap riff-raff apartment
and take the bus to work
each man is his own brand
so sweat not over death
and all the ex-girlfriends
Claptrap Alan Bruce 2024
Everybody up on the - dance floor
Gotta get you all
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