scumbag talking back Don't be the sacrifice No never say die Don't be the suicide Get out,Get a life Get out,Get a life Get out,Get a life Paying for
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life is such a mess Can't be bothered to get dressed So sick of my ugliness Constant cough and chronic wheeze Twenty-first century disease I just can't get
you wait for the opinion Of a conceited failed musician Sitting in his chair all day Polishing his own enormous ego An over paid piece of nothing But he wouldn't spend a
the media hype No you don't No criticism No you don't From a stereotype Take their advice and you can be A pale imitation Make your life a misery Of
There they stand, up against the wall Drink in hand, desperate to pull They want to breed with anything that will and spread disease, straight in for
I hit you baby I feel no pain Drown my sorrow in your sweet sustain Prettiest thing I ever heard Sonic seducer, pure power surge Turn it up, get it
Princess Paranoia never had no friends just enemies to drive her to a bitter end So she played a little game of lets pretend Where she can be the tragic
Something in the city or a name at Lloyds Networking yuppies and the same old boys Safe in glass houses of high finance Now there's a change of circumstance
t give a fuck for the gender rules 'Cause bright lights call they're saying "We want you" Playing your part you know the world's a stage Life's too short
please say you'll never breed Your chromosomes are far too dull Please, please, please why don't you rest in peace And rave on in a six foot deaap hole
Marketing new miracles to keep us off the streets Some fall by the wayside uninvited to the feast Welcome home the vulture men to pick the bodies clean
new Benz with a cellular phone See him draped in gold, we call him Big Bank Bob Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job Call him trash, he supplies
was in the life and had a good three year run Anyway, one Friday on the side of the road in L.A. My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego" "
squad up S.P. game so damn tough The fo' fo' in the 5th tucked ya'll can't hang Transporter turned rapper, get a camcorder, film my life Still accomplished
