You're more than fair, you've got a gorgeous bum Why don't you come to my house and meet my mum? I like your titties, they're nice and small Let me have
Waiting for your taxi Which taxi never comes Waiting for your taxi Waiting for your taxi Which taxi never comes Waiting for your taxi Waiting for your
Blue Gene baby Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender The beauties were brief Shall I mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine and a black
You're not Bridget Bardot, I'm not Jack Palance. I'm not Shirley Temple by any circumstance, Or Fred Astaire You're not Sidney Taffler, I'm not Dirk
Noel Coward was a charmer As a writer he was Brahma Velvet, jackets and pajamas Had a gay divorce and other dramas There ain't half been some clever
In the deserts of Sudan And the gardens of Japan From Milan to Yucatan Every woman, every man Hit me with your rhythm stick Hit me, hit me Je t'adore
I could be the driver in an articulated lorry I could be a poet, I wouldn't need to worry I could be the teacher in a classroom full of scholars I could
bitch named blockhead, she gotta block head and afta every block party she give the whole block head I got this chick named blockhead she gotta blockhead
You work all day to earn your pay To pay off all your debts You rent your square to live in And that's the best it gets Cubical man does what he can
Why did you do this? Where is your head at? You fucking blockhead!
Use Disney masks to hide the grins Of unseen rulers than never wince, No need to care for disposable staff, Human rights once more deep in the ass. Exploitation
Strange shapes of misery Haunt every street, This world has no meaning. All that is gained is put in the circle Of endless violence. Typhus and Plague
Going East, Every year, For flesh so sweet, (for) Flesh so young. U.N.O members. Lawyers. All of them life destroyers. Men of filth so deep. States collaborate
(From eastern Europe to far east Asia, sexual slavery is maintained because of men's complicity, greed, and self empowerment. This is not trade, this
From subconscious, shapeless control has come to parasite man's mind. Have a look in your head about one situation, two voices : your own and the parasite
(30 years from now) "Economists have replaced politics. Corruption, the law of my world. Nothing but being silent, A slave to gain a pittance. (I am)
I've been a shine of hope, 'till the bombs fell. I've been a smile on a children's face, 'till the rapes began. I've been a nation's drea, 'till multinationals
Social fracture, hidden behind graphics, Witnesses of their lies. Happiness is a given privilege for those who live On poor's slavery and exploitation