Flatulation punctuates the still night air And I thank god you're here I queefed - Enjoy Make the most of my butt-toast Enjoy my good friends - Enjoy
Eunuch Boy, Eunuch Boy Thought A Lawnmower Was Another Toy Don'T Laugh At Him Cause He Can'T Piss Straight He Can'T Even Masturbate Got No Gonads, Only
running out of time again where did you go wrong this time? when your problems overwhelm you go get drunk it's party time take a quaalude, relax your
all i want is some good clean fun all i want is some good clean fun you can freak out, you can shoot up you can fall down, you can self-destruct just
When I get the time I'd like to sit down and write a little rhyme for you Just a couple few I'd tell you what you mean to me When I get the time I'd
i know a place, up in the air it's not very far, i've been there before i know a place, cool and warm cooling my blood, warming my heart so come on down
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you were depressed, you were really messed up you know i understand but why did you not talk to me why didn't you help me prepare for the nightmare you
I can't believe what you just said You'd sell your soul for a dollar bill I can see the signs in your eyes The signs that make an honest man lie You'
Why do I daydream? Oh why do I get my hopes up at all? I've been living this Walter Mini life for too long Somebody save me I'm a prisoner of my own
The Words She Writes Will Change The World She'S Much Smarter Than Me Inside She Writes A Side Of Herself She Won'T Let Me See Such A Hateful Little
hey hey, what do you say? about our state of affairs hey hey, what do you say? are you ready to go? go! go! go! go! if you think that everything's ok
Money, it'll feed my tummy But it, will never feed my soul Where my soul should me There's a hole in me I can't live from 9 to 5 That's not enough
Hurtin' Crue Hurtin' Crue Hurtin' Crue Good future Get a life Get a job Get a clue Thought it would be so much fun Just played another solo run Fifteen
I like food, food tastes good! I like food, food tastes good! Juicy burgers, greasy fries, Turkey legs and raw fish eyes Teenage girls, with ketchup
why can't you see you torture me you're already thinking about someone else when he comes home you'll be in your arms and i'll be gone but i know my
i don't want to grow up i don't want to grow up if growing up means being like you then i don't want to be like you recycled trash it's deja vu i don
Music was my hobby, something that I did for fun Now that it's become a job, the damage has been done No amount of money can repair my broken lungs And