The Fall Lyrics
The Fall Lyrics
"SLATES, SLAGS ETC Lyrics"
Black Balloon Lyrics
Baby's black balloon makes her fly I almost fell into that hole in your life And you're not thinking about tomorrow 'Cause you were the same as me But on your knees A thousand other
Baby's black balloon makes her fly I almost fell into that hole in your life And you're not thinking about tomorrow 'Cause you were the same as me But on your knees A thousand other
Right here's the definitive rant
Slates drive me bats
Male slates I bait
Male slates, male slags
Male slates, male slags and apes
Male slags, slags slates and tapes
Male slags in creaky pants and scrubbed hands
Kill jokes, join gangs
Male slates, slags slates and apes
And slates brake hard, brake hardly
Break your slates for Christ's sake
Male slags, male slates
Paying On Time Lyrics
I'm sure that I won't be your first or your last I'm sure I'm just one of many You are the kind that would make a man ask does she love me or this money But I'll pay whatever the cost tryin' to get b
and tapesI'm sure that I won't be your first or your last I'm sure I'm just one of many You are the kind that would make a man ask does she love me or this money But I'll pay whatever the cost tryin' to get b
Ripoff bands with creaky pants and scrubbed hands
Male slate, male slag
Knocks over your drink and pays for correct amount spilt
Male slags, slags slates and drapes
Male slags, slags slates and apes
Academic male slags
Academic male slags
Ream off names of books and bands
Ream off names of books and bands
Kill cultural interest in our land
Male slates, dead pub
Stranger Than Fiction Lyrics
A febrile shocking violent smack And the children are hoping for a heart-attack, Tonight the windows are watching, The streets all conspire, And the lamppost can't stop crying, If I coul
lishers sonsA febrile shocking violent smack And the children are hoping for a heart-attack, Tonight the windows are watching, The streets all conspire, And the lamppost can't stop crying, If I coul
Dead publishers sons
In the star cold, nearly old
In the nearly old dead sound of some [petrol] wanker
Commence
famous apes become great
Male slags, male slags and slates
Male slags
Male slags, slags slates and apes
Let's get on to female slates
Smoke your cigarettes
Make pins out of your whims
Break your balls
Male cunts
Okay mates
Male
The Long And Winding Road Lyrics
(John Lennon/Paul McCartney) The long and winding road That leads to your door Will never disappear I've seen that road before It always leads me here Lead me to your door <
slates(John Lennon/Paul McCartney) The long and winding road That leads to your door Will never disappear I've seen that road before It always leads me here Lead me to your door <
Okay let's go to the valley of weights
Let's get on to the valley of weights
The valley of weights was a valley where everybody wore weights
And once they had rid of the weights
Once they got rid of the weights they become trite
Trite and uptight
Too much freedom for a small brain regime
Too much freedom for a small brain regime
Male slags, slags slates and tapes