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No more sluts in my apartment
No more parties with sons of rich parents
An English lord stole my girlfriend
Cause I can pay her her pink Champagne
I can’t afford to buy her a Lancel bag (oh oh)
She yelled as she was on the rag
10 whiskies later I went on a jag
Abused by hooker hag! Oh no!
Since I have stopped being a DJ
I no longer please my baby
Since I have stopped being a DJ
She dumped me as a dirty sock
My manager fired me cause he gets no tenners
My ex dJ friends changed their cellular
I had trouble with my bloody dealer
Cause he wants sell me any poppers
I went to a “slim and pointers party”
A big hairy monkey asked me “who’s your daddy?”
That’s when I realized my life’s getting dodgy
I had to find a new host family! Yeah!
Since I have stopped being a DJ
I’m wearing pants that are less gay
Since I have stopped being a DJ
I let go all the bollocks
I sold my DJ gear to buy me some beers
I trashed my couch and I switched to John Deere
I got a Mowhawk and everything’s getting clear
I gave up all that stuff but I listen to The Queers
I painted my walls in duck shit green
I doodled some tattoos all over my skin
A hobo is squatting my designer kitchen
Feeding my 3 dogs with kitty Ketamin
Since I have stopped being a DJ
I definitely found my way
Since I have stopped being a DJ
I play regular Punk Rock!
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2. |
Fuckin' PC
01:56
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My Fxxxin’ PC is Dead x 4
My screen is black and I don’t know why
I need an IT Crowd
None of the keys work whatever how I try
It’s better with power supply!!!!
My Fxxxin’ PC is Dead x 4
I can’t help this fxxxin’ machine to go down
Too many porn websites
I need to feed a Trojan horse even a worm
Too much cum on my keyboard
I hate those stupid animals!!!
My Fxxxin’ PC is Dead x 4
I should have bought a Mac instead!
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Last morning you asked me to leave, You didn’t want to see me anymore
Another crappy row I ended up sleeping on the floor
So I grab my ax, my bag, Put some clothes in and make for the door
As usual I thought it was just for a few hours
But I’ve been waiting for days your phone call that never came
When I saw you few months later you seemed to be happy
On your face the beautiful smile I’d like to see
This break up was the best thing we did in our lives
I feel free, you ‘re happy and get back your smile
No matter our story lasted so long
Everything’s getting better since I’m gone
Every single day spent far from you is liberating my mind
But even so I keep an eye on you to see if you’re still fine
Now you met that guy, he doesn’t seem too bad, but if you need some comforting words,
Just put your head on my shoulders, you know you should be heard
Why didn’t I say that before, this time just seems so far
But there is no place for regrets, only good memories
One thing is for sure, I’ve learned what love is
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4. |
Too Complicated
03:21
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Too complicated
A world out of hand
Too complicated
A world we don't understand
Like a game of chess, We don't know which pawn to move
Black and white squares
Like a game of chess, Many routes but no solution
An endless try
We have these smart machines, Who do the thinking for us
We sit in these big leather chairs, Puzzled at our empty screens
The planet revolves, We just turn round
(The sun warms our skins, but our hearts remain of ice)
We have these big cars, And those rotten souls
We don't know where to go, We don't know what to
We don't know where to go, We don't know what to
Because!
Too complicated
A world out of hand
Too complicated
A world we don't understand
Not a game of chess, More like a fucking dilemma
An intertwined equation
Not a game of chess, More like a fucking enigma
A riddle with no solution
Too complicated, too complicated...
A world out of hand, A world we don't understand...
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New Neighbour
02:55
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Been here for a year, nothing happens
I have a new neighbor, maybe I’ll have some fun
I hope it will be, a pretty baby
I’m sick of being alone in such a lame town
I need to find a ride who’ll feed my pride
But what was my surprise, when I saw his pervert eyes
Big framed spectacles, disgusting hippie beard
Bolded forehead, pathetic lock of hair
Mother nature is so unfair
This guy looks so weird
Sure he’s already killed
Or touched young boys even slept with his dead Granma
He’s like a walking breakdown!
Why does the hell is this happening to me
All I asked for is company
I’m dying there, and no one cares
I don’t want to end up cut off in plastic bags
Or be chained up and forced to call him dad
He’s gonna kill me, so please help me
This guy is a psycho, I’m turning parano
It’s a long way from bliss, Not my idea of a first kiss
He’s the embodiment of this lame town
Maybe he just wants to be my friend
But he doesn’t seem to understand
I don’t wanna be a part of his blend
I’m too afraid of a happy end
And when I wake up, every single day I wish you were here instead of this ugly man
And when I see his face, I wish I won the race against him running after me
I swear to god my new neighbor frightens me!
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Carry Your Heart
04:21
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You're in a shop buying a dress
I hide in the changing room
You're in your car singing along
To these songs we shared before
You're in your bed reading a book
I wish I were the next page
You're on my mind
Whatever I do
Wherever I look
You're on my mind
Whatever I say
Wherever I go
You're on my mind
Whatever I see
Wherever I hide
You're on my mind
I carry your heart
And I try to suppress to my love
To strangle it by the neck
To smash it with my brain
To destroy it once and for all
But I keep on failing, there's nothing happening
And you're still squatting my heart
I carry your heart (in my heart)
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