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Lightyear lyrics - Twat Out Of Hell
| Title: |
Twat Out Of Hell |
| Artist: |
Lightyear |
| Album: |
Chris Gentlemans Hairdresser And Railway Book Shop |
| Year: |
2003 |
| Submitted by: |
Posh_Josh |
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I need some small flowers to come and crack these concrete feet, Life jacket, water wings, they cannot save me now, I'm lonely, everybody's so fucking lonely, don't you know me? I was the singer in creme brulee.
The last thing we need is an unelected wazzock of a president who thinks humans and fish can co-exsist peacefully
Kerrang, you're a comic book and Fracture, you're elitist, Shit business when bands survive on three pounds a day, sorry this was about the war so anyway.
The last thing we need is an unelected wazzock of a president who thinks humans and fish can co-exsist peacefully
so, Wheres wally? he's in the white house, playing army, smoking a fat cigar, so we'll chop his balls off, and make a pie, and over dinner we can ask him why innocent people die,
Transit vans without MOT or insurance, promoters with S.A.S skills in avoidance, seven thousand, seven hundred and eighty one white lines on the M1, this is not for everyone
Let's put the talking heads on, do los of acid, get jon to D, and we can remake scenes from the Magic Roundabout, i'm pleased how my genitals fall out accidentally, We shall live our lives in such beautiful ways, everybody in my bomb shelter....
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