Lyrics:
Children
For Whom life's got no meaning
My plan is to destroy a still frame
Of rubbish daily fate
You must call upon the devil's name
Call like faust
this life, I'm watching bum's rifle threw rubbish
Malnourished, another vicious growl from their stomachs
How rubbish, another vicious row with
But it's nothin'
Pa-paigons talk but them boys get smothered
Mothers, so I don't wanna hear that rubbish
So tell me why it gets encouraged? (Why?)
I'm
rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseas super-naus
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive
someone else's father
Went for two weeks' holiday in taramasalata
Daddy went out with the rubbish and he kept on walking
Between mum and the walls
God
someone else`s father
Went for two weeks` holiday in taramasalata
Daddy went out with the rubbish and he kept on walking
Between mum and the walls
God
someone else's father
Went for two weeks' holiday in taramasalata
Daddy went out with the rubbish and he kept on walking
Between mum and the walls
God
there.
I used to think that love
Was just a lot o' rubbish;
A mess o' cabbage, a mess o' cabbage.
But now my attitude
Is wholly lovey dovish,
after an
Embarrassing situation-
And once you take but all that
Rubbish and hate and-
Load it on my truck.
But don't make me work late-
I am your
someone else`s father
Went for two weeks` holiday in taramasalata
Daddy went out with the rubbish and he kept on walking
Between mum and the walls
God
was very handy and
There's another one out pretty soon
It says here hope
You buy that, too it'll be the usual rubbish
But it won't cost much you see
corny, fuck it
Sugar, I ain't no dummy, dummy
I like to say, "What if?", but if
We could kiss and just cut the rubbish
Then I might be on to somethin'
Jubilee slouches in the settee
He's losing all will to move
He gone divy too much telly
He watching twenty-four hours of rubbish
He got butane,
the rubbish
You're wasting my time
I look around your house
And there's nothing to steal
I kick you in the brains
When you get down to kneel and pray
You
Jubilee slouches in the settee
He's losing all will to move
He gone divy too much telly
He watching twenty-four hours of rubbish
He got butane,
A letter from your home town makes you sad
You read it when the warden's had a second laugh
He said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here, boy
See
She says there's ants in the carpet, dirty little monsters
Eatin' all the morsels, pickin' up the rubbish
Give her effervescence, she needs
man
Walk and kick stone and turn over rubbish pan
Now you want me back I know I'll be a senseless man
Naw go end up inna the same situation
Go try
the scattered rubbish and suitcases on the sidewalk
Take palms and orange and tangerine trees
With eyes that're crying for everything
(Let it burn! Let it
life
Rubbish piles fresh and plain
Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain
License plates stowaway
Standing in line like a readymade
And my bags are
feeling so fine
I'm watching all the rubbish
You're wasting my time
I look around your house
And there's nothing to steal
I kick you in the brains
the next life
Rubbish piles fresh and plain
Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain
License plates stowaway
Standing in line like a ready made
And my
DODO:
Oh, we'll smoke the blighter out
We'll put the beast to rout
Some kindling, just a stick or two
Ah, this bit of rubbish ought to do
We'll
niggaz could pass
Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last
Straight off the edge, into the rubbish
Peep my new style fuck cristal and moet
I drink evian
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