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26-06-2004, 18:41
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Holiday in Cambodia
So you been to school for a year or two
And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz On your five grand stereo Braggin that you know how the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich But your boss gets richer on you Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers til you starve Then your head skewered on a stake Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need my son: Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot And it's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul |
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26-06-2004, 19:38
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26-06-2004, 20:36
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Città: il posto più krostoso del mondo
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dead kennedys
 li ho visti quando sono venuti in italia un paio di anni fa...
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Scopritore della scimmia di giada, delle mappe del mondo e del raschietto da ghiaccio.
Ingordo mangiatore delle Patatine fritte Extra Lusso, degli Extra Teneroni dei Bei Tempi di una Volta del Sig. Burns e dei fiocchi d'avena Frosty quel che Krosty |
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23-07-2004, 20:04
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California Uber Alles
I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles And never frowns Soon I will be president Carter power will soon go away I will be Fuhrer one day I will command all of you Your kids will meditate in school California Uber Alles Uber Alles California Zen fascists will control you 100% natural You will jog for the master race And always wear the happy face Close your eyes, can't happen here Big Bro' on white horse is near The hippies won't come back you say Mellow out or you will pay California Uber Alles Uber Alles California Now it is 1984 Knock knock at your front door It's the suede/denim secret police They have come for your uncool neice Come quitely to the camp You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp Don't you worry, it's only a shower For your clothes here's a pretty flower Die on organic poison gas Serpent's egg's already hatched You will crack, you little clown When you mess with President Brown California Uber Alles Uber Alles California |
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23-07-2004, 20:13
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Ghosts along the Mississippi
In the morning, it takes me quite a while to clear my head
And as the day moves on, I find it hard to smile at something said So I took control, priority number one, and that's me Then I cut the dragon's head off, and put away my gun, so let it be So let it be I'm dying prematurely, I'm wasting my life for sure I'm trying to kill what's happening to me A ghost along the Mississippi I never thought before, a life could be so strange, but it is And I guess my one a day, became ten or twelve or more, and more But I've got a gift, it's something called my friends or love With them and I combined, I'll beat an early end, it's been done before No time of passing away, of losing just one more day I'm trying to kill what's happening to me A ghost along the Mississippi Can't happen to me Won't do it to me Can't happen to me Won't do it to me Can't happen to me Won't do it to me Destroying what's got ahold of me No more the ghost of Mississippi |
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23-07-2004, 20:24
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Master's Apprentice
There is a voice calling for me
There is light coming down on me There is doubt that is clearing There is day that is dawning There is wound that is healing There is season waiting for me There is road that is turning There is fire still burning A sickness in me Constant pace towards the end The need is stronger This time the need is deeper There is peace I am searching There is freedom I'm depending on There is pain that's never ending There is rain falling only on me There is dream I am living There is life I am dreaming of There is death I'm awaiting There is home I am deserting i hold my breath i wait only moments remain movement for departed hope effect for absent friend sever the faith fait from my body leave me begging for more take what i have and deliver me into everlasting sleep soothing trance colours fade and disappear ethereal light showing me what i can do without in a motionless scense there is only me i take what i can controlling you to get ahead fading away and leaving long for sleep closer now lead the way into death every wretched dream i have left behind every waking hour i lie in wait sucked inside by will gone into the flood all my questions unfurled as i was put to the test once i'm below there's no turning back plunging into deepest void departed shell left drained behind pacing roads unknown searching for a new home desert in my eye barren lands inside |
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