Lyrics:
of a burst toilet drain and all the poo that remains
Walking around
Around this rubbish tip
Such a high fucken mountain
Takes all day, yeah
Walking around
eeeee
Chorus
Ja has save me from enemies
Plenty Plenty things my eye don see
Take me away from bad energy
Make no body come rubbish me eee
Verse 2
So
We know we're being watched
There's only rubbish in the shops
Don't know where to put a cross
Just want to make it stop
You can change your
of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey
a vintage submarine
That sprung a leak knuckle deeply in love with the rubbish heap
Its comforting Sistine Chapel in a mustard seed
Sixteen Kabbalists one
Wil je mij zijn
Moet je real zijn
No cap ben echt zelfs in realtime
Sorry er is geen tijd voor je ongein
Rubbish
Laten lijken dat we dom zijn
Wil je
feeling like Mike at his baddest
Like The Pips at their gladdest
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish
Would you be my love, my
of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey
Dark grey vistas of this weathered place
The blue star on The Nautilus
The old boys like chimneys
Mass of filth and rubbish outside the houses
riding home
With friends in a big blue car
For this man fed us rubbish
As if it were caviar
We told him; 'sir, please go away!
We're innocent
e'yee mu ya, achu mu ya rapid
Mbute money, then akuwa rubbish, ha na achum, ha ma n'fum, cause they is no means, ndi mgbu na achu ikwatum, ma na mu wa nu
And all the rubbish that's in between
I didn't mean to make me cry
You took the love and let it die
There's a place where love remains
I'm gonna find
of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey
There’s one sov’reign, and that’s me.
The rules are made by my decree.
So what’s this rubbish I’ve heard today
That a baby’s been born who will
take
of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mr Grinch
With a nauseous super nos
You're a crooked jerky jockey and,
purple spots
Mr. Grinch
Your soul is an apalling dump-heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
to jump on that ride
Every Saturday oh every Sunday oh
Every Saturday oh every Sunday Let's go
Trash rubbish foolishness
Repeating the same thing
jettisoned their rubbish into inner space
Sweet toxic love all over the place
Cupid's agent off his face
Have I told you 'bout the neverness hoax
Religion
a typical City game, why'know. Ye were like totally outplayed, and they're rubbish anyway, West Ham, it's got to be said. [.. .] but erm no we were all over
Iraq-et
I'm higher than di attic and a shot like a 'Matic
Police me nah drop it inna rubbish, inna trash it
A foot bottom mash it, world war is a topic
a plastic bag
That corresponds to all those ads
It sucks up all the rubbish
That is fed in through by ear
I eat Kleenex for breakfast
And use soft
Mark how our shadow, Mark Movits mom frere
One small darkness encloses
How gold and purple that shovel there
To rags and rubbish disposes
in, convention, nothing
You're just talking rubbish and you know that you're not
Playing with us
'cos we're the gods of not very much
rubbish everywhere
The seaweed chokes in mud
Nature's had her lot
With nuclear waste and rot
And mushrooms bloom as clouds.
Where will this lead
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