Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ecnegludni Fles Sseldnim, artist - Mindless Self Indulgence. Album song Tighter, in the genre Индастриал
Date of issue: 25.04.2011
Record label: UCR
Song language: English
Ecnegludni Fles Sseldnim |
hello james, hi, i’m calling and interested in seeing if, um, i don’t know, |
if you book this band, um, that band, um, mindless, um, was it mind… |
senseless… mindless… |
— uh whatever, you know what i’m talking about |
me like to go down to the church and drink some holy water |
but i don’t like it… the priest don’t like it but me can’t seem to help it sail away — oh — away — oh you live me life free like a birdie |
cause me like to sing |
me likes what me do and me can’t seem to help it i went to the zoo and saw some monkeys |
i went to the zoo and saw some monkeys today |
i saw the giraffe but he didn’t make any sound |
sometimes me bad… oh, i forgot the words… um… |
oh — we all going on a field trip — a field trip — |
a field trip — a field trip — a field trip — a field t-trip — |
a field trip — a field trip — a field trip |
Mr. Lonie is gonna be the true |
Mr. Harry, he drives the van |
sometimes me bad… eat me dental floss |
pull him… pulling Jesus from the cross — touch me thing |
sing somebody stole my Amy Grant records today |
me think me turn 22 today |
will somebody get me a present cause I turn 22 today |
but they’re not as pretty as Barbara Mandrel |
then the milkman came — the milkman came and he took them fish |
he took them fish now me crying — me crying |
the milkman make me cry… then the mailman came |
drag me pee-pee on the floor |
hide me sandwich in me drawer |
the… hit my head against the door |
this is some kind of dream |
me likes to go down to the park |
and take them nuts from them squirrels |
and… you know what? |
time is… it’s the closet for me — the closet for me it’s so dark me cannot see |
it’s the closet for me — the closet for me Mr. Harry said that will teach me No, I don’t want to do the special olympics one |
my friend’s the seat on my toilet |
and he always seem to shout at me oh, mister, don’t you pee on me when I’m sitting it’s a totally different story |
then he doesn’t seem to play me mind |
he’s not afraid of my fat behind |
and on the unfortunate occasion |
when I miss the bowl and pee on him |
lets me off with a smile and a warning |
don’t do it again… |