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8. | She Took My Money |
9. | The End of Christianity |
10. | Mexican Guy |
11. | Passing Cloud |
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Huh! Woo!
Good God!
Baby, baby take a look at me
I see your long legs riding your Lee's
I see your hair has energy
My dick is turnin' into a tree
I got the top down on my cadillac
My Stooges T-Shirt is ridin' my back
Rock critics wouldn't like this at all
I guess my faith is ridin' my balls
You can't tell me this is not a suave thing to do
You can't tell me 'cause I know you'd do it too
I'm trollin'
We're trollin'
Baby I'm trollin'
Baby we're trollin'
Hey baby, consider me
I am as lonely as I can be
I've bread given and I've read sod
I've played with rockers and I've played with mods
My mind is blown and nothin' is true
The ones who don't know always say they do
There's a reason when you gotta look
It's the action and never the book
You can't tell me this is not a suave thing to do
You can't tell me 'cause I know you'd do it too
I'm trollin'
I'm trollin'
We're trollin'
We're trollin'
Baby we're trollin'
Lookin' for somethin'
I'm trollin' baby
We're trollin' baby
We're trollin'
Trollin'
Trollin'
Trollin'
Trollin'
Trollin'
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Hey! Hey! Hey!
You can't have friends
The moneys gonna see to that
You can't have friends
The honey flows into the vat
I should believe in honey flowing from the rock
I should believe in human nature but I don't
I wanna be your friend
To the bitter end
I wanna be your friend
To the bitter end
Baby, but I can't be
Baby, but I can't be
You can't have friends
The sickest mornings are the worst
You can't have friends
The truth will make your bubble burst
Time is wasting if you ain't taking the automatic plan
I ain't faking, I got the bacon, catch me if you can
I wanna be your friend
To the bitter end
I wanna be your friend
To the bitter end
Baby, but I can't be
No I can't be
You can't have friends
No you can't have friends
You can't have friends
No you can't have friends
Nobody wants your pretty little self
They all think you're someone else
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Touch my hair and your fucking dead
My bicep is twice the size of your head
I go to the gym 6 days a week
I'm on the juice, I'm at my peak
I go out at night, with the guys
Anyone that fucks with us just dies
Take no shit from anyone
At least one of us always carries a gun
You could see us pumping the 6 by 9's
In a done-up Gemini they always recognize
Chrome hub-caps and a new paintjob
Perfect getaway car when we need to rob
A house or two, just to get by
Drug prices going up, less people getting high
I know the reason cops pick on me
"It's discrimination mate, ------- ethnicity
It's getting, it's getting, it's getting kinda hectic
It's getting, it's getting, it's getting kinda hectic
I have long hair, I tie it back
Wear tracksuit pants and an Everlast hat
I never smile, I always sounds pissed
It's more intimidating when I speak with a lisp
I do anything to raught the system
---- up in prison
But its alright, it's worth it in the end
When I role some dickhead at the ATM
ATM
All my ex-girlfriends hate my guts
But I don't give a shit because they're all sluts
My last one wanted to be a surgeon
But get this the bitch wasn't even a virgin
I wear tight tops that make me look bigger
So all the chicks can admire my figure
Ten gold chains and seven phones
With 101 different mobile ring tones
You can see us hanging out in the car-park
Trying to find an old person to role in the dark
Baseball bats and a rifle gun
We take all their money and then fucking run
Before the cops get the call in the middle of the night
We count all the money and everything is alright
We try and swear in any situations
It's all a part of the intimidation
I have long hair, I tie it back
Wear tracksuit pants and an Everlast hat
I never smile, I always sounds pissed
It's more intimidating when I speak with a lisp
I do anything to raught the system
---- up in prison
But its alright, it's worth it in the end
When I role some dickhead at the ATM
ATM
Style my sideburns all the way
So they connect with the tips of my goatay
Shave the sides to a number one
Get my tips dyed blonde by the barber's son
He makes some mistakes but I don't mind
He's the cheapest hairstylist that I can find
For ten bucks you can get your way
If it's any more, I refuse to pay
If they argue, I just take out my knife
Steal the money from the till and run for my life
Down the street to the nearest bar
And thinks of ways to spend it all on my car
New lights, new rims so much to choose
Fuck, I hate being so damn confused
It's gotta be something fucking sick
So me and the boys can impress the chicks
I have long hair, I tie it back
Wear tracksuit pants and an Everlast hat
I never smile, I always sounds pissed
It's more intimidating when I speak with a lisp
I do anything to raught the system
---- up in prison
But its alright, it's worth it in the end
When I role some dickhead at the ATM
ATM
Haha, oh that GST has fucked us
What's GST?
It's a car you dickhead
Haha
That little Johnny Howard
That little Johnny Howard
If I had a crowbar I'd do it for 50 bucks
30 bucks
20 bucks
I'll do it for 5 cents!
Fuck it, i'll do it for free!
Haha
Haha
Dj king-kong in da house
Dr Mouti SPy
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Attention thrills and then it kills
They make you king then make you ill
'Til you're alone, dead on your throne
So my idea of fun
Is killing everyone
My idea of fun
Is killing everyone
My idea of fun
Is killing everyone
Now is the season for war with no reason
Now is the season for war with no reason
They break your skin when you're a kid
They steal your soul and keep it hid
And that is why I hate mankind
'Cause my idea of fun
Is killing everyone
My idea of fun
Is killing everyone
My idea of fun
Is killing everyone
My idea of fun is killing everyone
My idea of fun is killing everyone
My idea of fun
My idea of fun is killing everyone
My idea of fun is killing everyone
My idea of fun
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I feel so estranged
Fear runs around my brain
I had to leave
I could not stand the heat
They look at me with scorn
One more dead life was born
Formed from the clay
Of their unhappy ways
One word can just describe
Modern life comes to mind
This word alone
Puts the ache in my bones
It's weirdness
My dear
The weirdness
Is here
Weirdness
Weirdness
My, all this atmosphere
Chills my desire dear
You're so attractive
And I am a man
Like the guy in Psycho
Voices tell me hello
There's death and danger here
For something is queer
One word can just describe
Modern life comes to mind
This word alone
It's the ache in my bones
It's weirdness
My dear
The weirdness
Is here
Weirdness
Weirdness
The weirdness
The weirdness
The weirdness
The weirdness
The weirdness
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I'm the kinda guy
Who don't pick up the phone
I sneak around the room
I bitch about and moan
People make me nervous
Pretty soon they'll leave me alone
Free and freaky in the USA
My sister went to war
She tied a guy up on a leash
I think about it sometimes
While I'm sitting on the beach
I hate it when people look at me the wrong way
Free and freaky in the USA
Free and freaky in the USA
England and France
These cultures are old
The cheese is stinky
And the beer ain't cold
When I go over there I gotta walk bold
Free and freaky in the USA
Free and freaky in the USA
Free and freaky in the USA
Woah, today, my mind begins to stray
I sit around an old house
Scheming in the dark
I'm walking all alone
In a bath robe, in the park
I feel a touch of evil
But I guess it'll be OK
Free and freaky in the USA
Alabama
Dali Lama
Baby Mama
Free and freaky in the USA
Free and freaky in the USA
Rude madonna
Benihana
Antique father
Free and freaky in the USA
Free and freaky in the USA
Free and freaky in the USA
Free and freaky in the USA
Free and freaky in the USA
Free and freaky in the USA
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I used to like my neighbourhoodIt really made me feel goodUntil they brought a church and steepleGreedy awful people
They drive those f**kin' awful carsAnd go to rich and shitty barsGreedy awful people
I'm sad and lonely baby'Cause I can't live among my classI'm thinkin' only babyAbout scorin' your peice of ass
They buy the channels on TVAnd visit every place they seeAnd ruin it instantlyGreedy awful people
They always clap on the wrong beatThey're wearin loafers on their feetGreedy awful people
I'm sad and lonely babyBecause I can't live among my classI am thinkin' only babyAbout scoring your peice of ass
'Cause I'm upper classGreedy awful peopleThey bother me soI don't wanna knowGreedy awful peopleThrow 'em in a holeI get all out of controlGreedy awful peopleThis is the last chorusI don't wanna bore us
Hey!
Greedy awful people
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I woke up today, I don't wanna do shit
It matters in size and that you'll admit
I don't wanna work, I don't wanna smile
I don't even wanna read Sunday Styles
I'm fried, I'm fried, I'm fried
I'm fried, I'm fried, I'm fried
I'm fried, I'm fried, I'm really fried
Hey baby I don't wanna pay
Can I come back? I'll give away a day
Is this a bad attitude
Crossed with a negative mood
Deep-fried
Re-fried
Stir-fried
I'm fried
I'm chasing the buck
I'm running on luck
My work ain't my wife
So I'm useless for life
I'm outta my mind
From dealing with swine
When they say I'm great
I feel like hate
I'm fried, I'm fried, I'm fried
I'm fried, I'm fried, I'm fried
I'm fried, I'm fried, I'm fucking fried
Hey baby I don't wanna pay
Can I come back? I'll give away a day
Is this a bad attitude
Crossed with a negative mood
Deep-fried
Re-fried
Creep-fried
I'm fried
I'm fried, I'm fried, I'm fried
I'm fried, I'm fried, I'm fried
I'm fried, I'm fried, I'm really fried
I'm fried, I'm fried, I'm fried
I'm fried, I'm fried, I'm fried
I'm fried, I'm fried, I'm really fried
Baby, I'm fried
Maybe I'll die
Baby, I'm fucking fried
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