boring, but not for me You got to entertain yourself, I got a special hobby: I fuck with the support band, I remember when We had a shitty little group, called "Freak Kitchen
Who are you to tell me what to see? Who are you to tell me who to be? Who are you to tell me what to read? Who are you to tell me what I need? You fucking
This guy Michael, heA's a real good friend of mine WeA've known each other a small eternity by now He dresses sharp, smokes cigars and drinks good wine
"New in town? Got it all, yaA' wanna buy a gram? Funny accent, a Russian in Amsterdam? Looking for a job or need a place to stay? Go see Kashei..." What
Another beautiful shitty day I wanna throw my life away I wish the sun would stop to shine But it seems the son of a bitch is here to stay WonA't you
Tiny fingers from afar Born to sow your push-up bra Billions spent on your new campaign The greater the profit, the greater the pain Hey Mister That
Nobody's laughing here Nobody's laughing Your mouth is open wide Words spin a cynical swing It's getting cold in inside While I hear you joking...
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You think youA're so strong Living in your outside Pathetic aestetic world The pieces of your puzzle Fit just right Every once in a while But when it
My old man stuffed 17 candles up a poor slut's butt Well done, dad He fucks for a living, calls it acting And says it's the best damn job he ever had
Fill my empty soul Take away the pain or Suck out the last drop And drown it in the rain I can not feel the way you feel I can not love the way you love
Six AM, just woke up drunk There's a woman by my side Who is she and where am I ? And why are my hands tied ? Well, I don't even care, I don't even care
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You should know better, and so should I That rapid tongue brings out my Evil Eye So, here we are now, it's like a curse I see you shaking, hyper ventilating
Waking up in pieces On Monday noon IA'm a burdon to myself Gonna to crack real soon My armour, my shield The food for my greed I thought I knew when
Used to be so judgmental God, I miss my naivety Life was a lot easier back then My nose was too close to see When youA're getting older youA're getting
I've walked around in circles far too long, but I know That if I never told you I was wrong, you would go And take my baby girl away from me for good
You can not see your misery But you are climbing on the misery-tree You broadcast filth, you bring us pain We sow a tumor in your brain Turn on your TV