after all these years i've never shed any tears. i'm happy just to be here drinking all your beer. it's been so long since i wrote that stupid song.
there is a guy i used to know who likes to get really high on other people's doe. late at night when the cheques come in. he looks like jesus bonehead
i've got a big ass truck. it's got a 383 that's been built right up. it's lowered right down to the ground. it'll beat every cop in this fuckin' town
i went to a bar for a beer the other day and this is what i heard everybody say. that i dress bad and act worse, if there was an asshole olympics i would
my old man is getting in the way but the government decided he's gonna die anyway. i'm not into colostomy bags so i'm gonna get rid of that dirty old
i was born and bred to kill. to execute at my king's will. i shit and eat and sleep death. i could not believe what they did to me... i still had a boner
this is a formal apology for the behaviour of jesus bonehead. the poor old boy is drunk on power. these songs are getting to his head. jesus bonehead
i try and i try and i try and i try but i feel like i just might fuckin die. you know i try and i try and i try and i try try try but i think i'm gonna
it's nineteen hundred and ninety nine and we're still toastin to the end of time. so roll a joint pour some wine and cut us up a couple of lines. light
i loved you. your leather skin never looked so dry. a rhino cunt a gun and perfect tim. you were kinda cool but you were no slimestra hymn. wendy lost control. death
my mother is a man. she is the head of a nazi training camp. when i am bad she threatens to take me to the lab and use me for scientific research. my
there comes a time you have to run. too fucked in the head to be makin sense. break things up that hold you down. not waking up till you hit the ground
my girlfriend needs to loosen up. before we fuck she has to get drunk. wakes up trashed can't face the day. can't stay this way she has to get drunk.
all across the country underneath the red street lights. punker's making money to buy beer on a friday night. it's squeegee night! sick of sparing change
there's a hundred thousand basements in victoria. but there's one thing about them most people don't know. every other one's got a little secret garden