Fuck the motherfucker Fuck the motherfucker Fuck the motherfucker He's a fucking motherfucker Fuck the motherfucker Fuck the fucking fucker Fuck the
This is a song for Phil Daoust: occasional Guardian Newspaper journal-oust. I never ever ever mentioned your name, or the review that you wrote, when
He doesn't have a problem with drugs He just doesn't get them He's fine that his mates have tattoos But he think's they'll regret them He likes going
This is my Earth And I live in it It?s one third dirt And two thirds water And it rotates and revolves through space At rather an impressive pace And
So you're gonna live in Paradise, With a ten-foot cock and a few hundred virgins. So you're gonna live in Paradise, With a ten-foot cock and a few hundred
You grew on me like a tumour And you spread through me like malignant melanoma And now you?re in my heart I should?ve cut you out back at the start Now
This is a song for Phil Daoust Occasional Guardian newspaper journaloust I never ever ever mentioned your name Or the review that you wrote when I was
I'm looking forward to Christmas It's sentimental I know But I just really like it I am hardly religious I'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond
Rust Crawls down the side of my water tank life Cuts like a knife Sluts like my wife And you?d like her too People usually do Puss Seeps from the seams
At night I dream of your kind and intelligent face I wistfully wish for your monopedal embrace But I am just a man - you are the father of humanity But
All my carefully measured metaphor All my flat nine dominant seven chords All of my shtick My lyrical trickery All of those bows All that applause All
Bears don't dig on dancin' They just don't dig it Bears don't dig on dancin' Horses don't mind being ridden Dogs just love to do our biddin' Mice find
Obviously I don't want to infer that being invited onto Friday night with Wossy isn't wonderfully affirming and I know I oughta appreciate the risk you
This first movement is called: Feminism I believe that women have the right To walk the streets at night And not be afraid for their lives I believe
Inner North London, top floor flat All white walls, white carpet, white cat, Rice Paper partitions Modern art and ambition The host?s a physician, Lovely
Take your canvas bags When you go To the supermarket Why use plastic bags when you know You know the world can?t take it Take your canvas bags When you
Doesn't have a problem with drugs, He just doesn't do them, He's fine that his mates have tattoos, But he reckon's they'll rue them, He likes going to
