Okay… Some people dropped their cunts today
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But it won't get any better if I yell at them
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To rehearse the same story with a spell leads to nothing more
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Have a good trip in three cunts
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It's easier to scalp me than to scalp me, prike
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So I write for aliens like myself
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I would be naive to be born again
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I raise piglets all the time and I'm hungry for Christmas again
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So what? |
I'd rather still be me
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Trust unmatched by aces, so bu or ja
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Here's your heart in the palm of your hand, there's another satara
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As soon as you fuck me, no overture, satire, march
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And fuck fuck and eat and rage, why the fire?
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The most beautiful 'zika' is the sound of the kettle when the water is released
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They can only pull me out, and I guess from there
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When they screw me up, they have a trip to pray for God
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When someone draws a cloud over the sun
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Then it's not really called love
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And why does that make him a bedraggled and sad?
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Because you don't have three lives, so you're shooting this one!
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I'm as light as Sunday morning today
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No problem today because there are no jerks today
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Which usually annoys me every day
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I fucked them all and now I'm ready
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To use the day as best I can
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With a crate of beer, kidding, 'ziku and my people
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And there is no reason to be different
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I threw all negative thoughts out of the corner
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There are no ones who like to salt my mind
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Because they don't know what to do with themselves
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There are no ones who like to salt my wounds
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Because it hurts less then, I said goodbye to them
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See you in the second life or the third
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With any luck, we won't even then
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Because, no, time won't help me appreciate you anymore
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Perfumes don't help when a person stinks
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The world is full of former friends and love, and former people
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Emotional cripples and handicaps
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But that is not worth fighting for Kraljevic Marko
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When they didn't have a better sparrow in their hand - what now
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My case is sunny, I breathe solar powered
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Stab yourself in the needle on the ice needle, polar bears!
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Little people fucking you complex
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Barons bigger than Sasha Cohen
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And all you want is your bucket
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To learn from the sick as you hate
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To eat you, to burst and let go
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And you scream, "I hate!" |
Then you're with them in the troupe, stupid
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That's why my new publisher is called hate:
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Ever since he betrayed me, I'm totally okay!
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I despise some people, but believe me, that's all
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Like Si Lo, I wish them all the best, with "fuck you"
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And everything is better when, for a change, you hug yourself
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And you continue to give yourself completely to those who appreciate
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The whole ten dunes separated me from this song…
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Love for the faithful. |
Let's all chorus now…
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When someone darkens your sun
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Fuck that
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If you are sad after that
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Make yourself into it |