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We Hate Them
02:31
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My flat is small
My mum doesn’t know me
I can’t afford a holiday
My girlfriends leave me
She gets paid more than me
He’s successful and fit
We want to be envied
We want to be unique
Everyone is boring
Everyone is dull
We hate them
You say we're sluts
And we're freaks
We're bossy
And we're weak
We were supposed to be treasured
An unbelievable success
A triumph of sperm and ovum
To be envied and adored
To make people hate themselves just a little bit more
You fucked it for us
You fucked it for us
We need to be envied
We need to be unique
Everyone to love me
Everyone to loathe me
We hate them
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Shitty Sandwich Bag
01:46
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They’re the value brand, from Tesco
They’re shitty and weak, prone to split and leak
No good for tuna mayo
If you accidentally drop your shitty bag from a height
It will break
If you swing it round your head real fast and let go
It will cover that wall or person in tuna mayo
Not much use for a shitty sandwich bag
Who would ever use a shitty sandwich bag?
No one wants a shitty sandwich bag
Unless you fill it with something nasty
Something yucky and dastardly
Something messy and something gross
To fling at that person that you hate most
Tuna mayo doesn’t quite cut it
Best idea better fill it with shit
Now it’s a weapon, our dirty protest
Always a use for a shitty sandwich bag
Everyone can use a shitty sandwich bag
Full to burst, my shitty sandwich bag
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3. |
Funeral Sexy
02:25
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Dressed all in black they boss the room
Sad faces quiver just for a second
With the sexy possibility that stalks towards them
Two dark angels smile and beckon
They ooze potential, a life to lead
A better way now his wife is dead
Funeral chic
Funereal power
Funeral sexy
This is what death should be
The dead are watching, their envy grows
Two dark angels stalk the room
The dead can’t touch but the living can
Moist red pouting lips are parting
They offer life, they offer hope
A warm vagina now his wife is dead
Funeral lust
Funereal power
Funeral sexy
This is what death should be
This is what death should be
This is what death should be
Funeral sexy
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Her
02:49
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Yank my legs off and do me wrong
I’ve still got arms to pull me along
Kick my shin and punch my face
Try to isolate, I know my place
It’s with her, right here
Always her
I’m with her, no fear
Always her
We come as a pair, two halves as one
With each other no harm can be done
‘Til death parts us, for better or not
We’ll stay together, here in this spot
I’m with her, right here
Always her
I’m with her, no fear
Always her
We’re a bit punchy, naughty
But don’t be all snooty and haughty
Cos we have something that you need
Someone to die for, a love to bleed
I’m with her, right here
Always her
Stay with me, no fear
Always her
I’m with her, right here
Always her
Stay with me, no fear
Always her
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