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I never married
Never had those kids
I loved too many
Now heaven's closed its gates.
I know I'm bad
To jump on you like this
Some things don't change
My middle name's still 'Risk'
 
Got no future, Great big past
Little bitty guy on the rim of my glass
Gotta meet the plane so I can get my monkey
Teach him to be cool, But a little bit funky
Got no credit, And I got no fear
And I got about a buck, So I can buy a beer
Gotta see a doctor ‘bout the words I've said
And I gotta get a bike, And I gotta paint it red
 
Artist: Butthole Surfers
Song: Dracula From Houston

Sweet, soft, and low
I will poison you all
Come closer, racing to your turn
 
Nirvana - Smells Like Teenage spirit (y) :slayer:

"Teen" spirit, not "Teenage" ;)

And oi you gits, you didn't try and answer the lyrics I posted earlier :mad:

:rolleyes:

Try this one for lyrics!

"I say it's leukemia or sometimes bulimia
Or a great big truck ran her over
And chopped off her head.

I don't want to talk about her.
Someone always asks about her.
So I tell them all she's dead."
 
my turn my turn

Sweet, soft, and low
I will poison you all
Come closer, racing to your turn

:D
 
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