Founds total 6 songs
Mr. Suit
One-two-three-four!. . I'm tired of being told what to think. I'm tired of being told what to do. I'm tired of fucking phonies, that's right I'm tired of you.
It's So Obvious
It's so obvious, it's here, it's there. It's not just the colour. It must be more, at Least seventeen-threescore. This is seventy-seven, nearly heaven.
Field Day For The Sundays
I want to be a field day for the Sundays so they can. Fuck up my life. Embarrass my wife. And leave a bad taste. Striped toothpaste can't remove on Monday mornings.
Feeling Called Love
What is this feeling called love?. What is this crazy scene I can't quite tell no-how?. What is this feeling called love?. What is this crazy scene I don't understand no-how?.
Champs
The taste of champions. The pace, the pace. The speed, the need. The need to seed. The chance to die. . Another dead don't cry. Another dead don't cry.
106 Beats That
If you had a room, he'd paint it white. Avoids the day, prefers the night. Build sight. Got a head for figures. No time for bickerers. Or so he says. prefers the company of a woman.
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