Tight toy night, streets were so bright The world looked so thin and between my bones and skin there stood another person who was a little surprised to
Translators: Andrei Cunha man from studio: hai sassoku o-kiraku gokuraku kara ne ugo-ugo kun: o-nen-ne o-nen-ne toka lhuga-chan: (laughs) man
Television rules the nation Television rules the nation Television rules the nation (around the world) Television rules the nation (around the world)
Television rules the nation Television rules the nation Television rules the nation ...
do you ever shut up do you ever shut up why not gossip about martina hingis you can rhyme her name with cunnilingus "the u.s. open's a piece of piss when
champagne and dance until it's dawn safe inside our fenced and guarded lawns let it burn down tonight ignore the blackened skies pouring down a bloody red rain your television
i've had it with you and your friends i got eyes in the back of my head get the fuck away from me or i'll put you right over my knee count to three i'
if you're gonna shoot up please don't use somebody else's needles 'cause you don't know where that somebody has been oh no if you're gonna use junk please
they want the truth but they keep on drawing blanks they torture you you're not giving up the facts they can't make you tell the truth they can't tell
i'm on a mission i'm in position i'm on a fucking roll you ain't seen nothing i'll show you something out of fucking control i don't go back because my
you got an identity crisis who are you and what do you believe and why do you care what i think well i believe that you're taking up space so make up
so this bad joke comes to an end i can't believe that we were friends i don't know what you think about me do you really think that you're superior to
will i get locked up in the mental ward am i headed for a straitjacket or am i just bored is it genetics or is it me pulling my hair out wondering what
you say i need help you're gonna read me the riot act i'm stuck in the refrigerator of your ignorance well i don't wanna be here today i don't wanna be
creeping in the bushes spying on old ladies he's a trembling psycho fingering his wallet drooling like a baby waiting for the homos prancing all around
it only seems to happen at three or four a.m. some blurry half formed picture of some half forgotten friend becomes clear but i can't hold it ti happens
i'm happy that you're so appalled you don't stand for anything at all just listento your bitching whining accusations your petty provincialism i don't
the days are shorter now but you remember now i just wish that you weren't remembering that way you're gonna kill yourself everything is gray everything