The drunk kids, the catholics, they?re all about the same They?re waiting for something, hoping to be saved Well, I have been happy the past couple days
I was born in a pool, they made my mother stand And I spat on that surgeon and his trembling hand When I felt the light I was worse than bored I stole
Dusting off the old life from my Catholic knees I scraped them up good, I scraped them up good You doctored them clean Oh yes, we are patient, patient
Bomb the BITCH! Ik zag een burgerwijf, heel stijf, met d'r haar in een klossie, Ik zei: "Ik ben van de Osdorp Posse." De trut zie: "De wie?" En ik zei
Kennedy died in '63, poor John.F Kennedy died in '63, poor John.F Kennedy died in '63, poor John.F Kennedy died in '63, poor John.F Kennedy No more messing
The cigarettes and babies The cops and the crazies The faces come faster When you're not around The clowns and the daisies All smile when they chase me
Wake up, wake up King in a catholic style With your man With your man make up And your big money business smile Cut 'em up, cut 'em up Crucial to every
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Catholic?s dictator Swine without compasion No respect for others life Godsent corrupt saint Rampant, organized crime of the cross Rituals justified ways
Catholic school girls rule Catholic school girls rule Catholic school girls rule Catholic school girls rule In the class she's taking notes Just how
I got a catholic block Inside my head I let it go to work Bring it all back home It serves you right And I can motor down You got to earn your freedom
You wanna turn your back on everything You wanna turn your back on everyone Well I try You wanna turn your back on everyone Well I try You wanna turn
Critical Mass Lyrics (TEENAGE FANCLUB) TEENAGE FANCLUB - Critical Mass Lyrics When I touched your skin I felt your heart beating deep within. And
You wanna turn your back on everything You wanna turn your back on everyone Well I try You wanna turn your back on everyone You wanna turn your back on
Fear begin to turn around I guess if everyone listens In your heart someone's there I'm sixty years old There's no one left to fight. With nothing left
You impress me with your style 'Cause you're everybody's fool I think you're really cool Everbody looks at you I don't fuckin' care (I don't fuckin' care
See her lying in my bed My pillow stuffed beneath her head Her hair is like a sea of gold I'd love to say it her Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit