Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ode To Nothing , by - Children of the Damned. Release date: 31.05.2007
Song language: English
Ode To Nothing |
| I’m on some 'nice to see you, until I actually see you' shit |
| Indeed I’m pissed, you’re ignorant if I seem in bliss |
| I did quit smokin weed and shit |
| Yet I’m still offended when the reefer’s lit and no one offers me a hit |
| An evil genius, I was a decent kid |
| Until I got stoned and told the Romans where Jesus lived |
| If I have to leave Green Hill, and still need a fix |
| I’ll be walking past the window, waving with a bleeding wrist |
| I’m more inaudible than Beavis is after drainin several pints of somethin… |
| COTD’s the clique |
| Watchin' A Clockwork Orange as your sister fans me with ganja plant leaves and |
| feeds m trips |
| Playin' foul in football, drunk on fifa pitch to keep us fit |
| Feeling sick from all the beak we sniff |
| I spark a riot in th name of Maradona |
| Then do a lap of honour in a bloodied Argentina strip |
| On occasion, you can see me blitz |
| Runnin' out of church being chased by nuns telling me I’m sick |
| A decent creepy prick |
| Fuck books, I prefer a flat window, binoculars and reading lips |
| I don’t ponder life, it’s meaningless |
| There is no reason why we exist |
| Fuck your wife, I’ll marry a group of emo chicks |
| Each with a pierced clit and a different day of the week tatted between their |
| hips |
| Yo the wait is over, COTD we’re taking over |
| Fuck a dope clique, we’re coke mixed with baking soda |
| People ask me in a cypher if I’m smokin something |
| The fact is, I probably am but I don’t feel nothing |
| I live in a castle of trash and the moat is rubbish |
| My thrones a dustbin guarded by trolls and goblins |
| Shit, that dopey fuckwit |
| I’m rich as shit but broke as fuck coz I spent my dough on skunk |
| My lungs are soaked in blood, covered in holes and punctures |
| I roll to shows stoned with a truckload of Munsters |
| Mr Jojo’s hunting |
| Powerpuffs with a loaded musket, wrapped in a coat of ducklings |
| Me and your girl are fucking |
| She told me she don’t own a husband but quite frankly, I know she’s fronting |
| Lonely drunkard, never go in public |
| My only company is empty bottles in a broken cupboard |
| Both my pockets overflowing with golden nuggets |
| Till I go to the Greenhouse and I blow my budget |
| Tried to kill myself but the rope was knotted |
| My ??? |
| is rotted, I’m still ??? |
| choking off it |
| With a fat bag I filled out with mouldy chronic |
| Not eating, tellin' my moaning stomach that slowly does it |
| I’ve overdone it |
| Passed out in the middle of a road, so with my motor ??? |
| and run it |
| Yo, that’s all folks, so fuck it |
| The monster, I’ll play Goldilocks off ??? |
| Pocahontas |
| This is my ode to nothing |
| Yo the wait is over, COTD we’re taking over |
| Fuck a dope clique, we’re coke mixed with baking soda |