Well, I've got more money than you've got brains
I'm fucking
It's Peter Pedophile, now he's on the loose
He got three
I don't like you, never will do
Sit in my bedroom,
You walk around with nothing in your head
Like a stretcher
Everywhere that you go
Everybody that you know
Everything that you
Marching through the mud, dying in the blood
Where's the honor
Chicks with guitars, loud guitars
In dingy bars, short skirts
High
I don't believe in the church
I don't believe in the
I don't care about you
The things you say
And the things
No strings attached, no wedding rings
No semi detached, no kids
Go out at night for a drink
Fucking hooligan is what
Waiting for a bus and it's starting to rain
Well,
I'm a man who's as cold as ice
Got no heart
New life, tired of this way of living
New life, too
When I called, I fucking knew 6000 miles
What could
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