Sunday, February 24, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
By The Revolting Cocks
She sits alone, waiting for suggestions. He so nervous, avoiding all the questions. His lips are dry, her heart's gently pounding, don't ya just know exactly what they're thinking?
If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon sugar let me know! If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon honey tell me so!
He's acting shy, lookin for an answer, c'mon honey, let's spend the night together. Now hold on a minute, before we go much further,give me a buck, so I can buy a rubber.
They catch a cab to his high-rise apartment, at last he could tell her exactly what his means.
If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon honey tell me so!
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon sugar let me
know! Woof woof!
His heart's beating like a drum, cuz at last he's got this girl home. Ohhh... Relax baby, now we're all alone.
They wake at dawn, while all the birds are singin. Two total strangers, but that ain't what they're thinking. Outside it's cold, it's misty and it's rainy, they've got each other, neither one's complaining.
He says I'm sorry but I'm out of KY jelly. Never mind sugar, we can catch the early movie.
If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon sugar let me know! If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon honey tell me so!
If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon sugar let me know! If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon honey tell me so!
He's acting shy, lookin for an answer, c'mon honey, let's spend the night together. Now hold on a minute, before we go much further,give me a buck, so I can buy a rubber.
They catch a cab to his high-rise apartment, at last he could tell her exactly what his means.
If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon honey tell me so!
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon sugar let me
know! Woof woof!
His heart's beating like a drum, cuz at last he's got this girl home. Ohhh... Relax baby, now we're all alone.
They wake at dawn, while all the birds are singin. Two total strangers, but that ain't what they're thinking. Outside it's cold, it's misty and it's rainy, they've got each other, neither one's complaining.
He says I'm sorry but I'm out of KY jelly. Never mind sugar, we can catch the early movie.
If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon sugar let me know! If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon honey tell me so!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Happy to have, not to have not
This is not a love song
Happy to have, not to have not, Big business is very wise, I'm crossing over into, E-enter-prize
Love song, Love song, Love song, Love song
I'm going over to the other side, I'm happy to have not to have not, Big business is very wise, I'm inside free enterprise
I'm adaptable, I'm adaptable
I'm adaptable and I like my new role, I'm getting better and better, And I have a new goal, I'm changing my ways where money applies
This is not a love song, This is not a love song, This is not a love song, This is not a love song, This is not a love song
Now are you ready to grab the candle, That tunnel vision - not television, Behind the curtain - out of the cupboard, You take the first train - into the big world, Now will I find you - now will you be there
Not a love song (echo), Not a love song, Not a love song ...
Happy to have, not to have not, Big business is very wise, I'm crossing over into, E-enter-prize
Love song, Love song, Love song, Love song
I'm going over to the other side, I'm happy to have not to have not, Big business is very wise, I'm inside free enterprise
I'm adaptable, I'm adaptable
I'm adaptable and I like my new role, I'm getting better and better, And I have a new goal, I'm changing my ways where money applies
This is not a love song, This is not a love song, This is not a love song, This is not a love song, This is not a love song
Now are you ready to grab the candle, That tunnel vision - not television, Behind the curtain - out of the cupboard, You take the first train - into the big world, Now will I find you - now will you be there
Not a love song (echo), Not a love song, Not a love song ...
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Saturday, February 02, 2008
So what the FUCK
So what the FUCK is this UK, gunnin' with this US of A in Iraq and Iran and in Afganistan. Does not a day go by when not the Israeli Air Force fail to drops it's bombs from the sky? How many mothers to cry? How many sons have to die? How many missions left to fly over Palistine?
'Cause as a matter of facts it's a pact, it's an act, these are illegal attacks so bring the soldies back. These are illegal attacks, it's contracts for contacts, I'm singing concrete facts so bring the soldiers back.
What mean ya that you beat my people, what mean ya that you beat my people and grind the faces of the poor.
So tell me just how come were the Taliban sat burning incense in Texas roaming round in a Lexus sittin' on six billion oils drums, down with the Dow Jones, up on the Nasdaq pushed into the war zones
It's a commercial crusade, 'cause all the oil men get paid but only so many soldiers come home. It's a commando crusade a military charade and only so many soldiers come home.
What mean ya that you beat my people what mean ya that you beat my people and grind the faces of the poor.
Through all the blood and sweat nobody can forget it ain't the size of the dog in the fight it's the size of the fight in the dog on the day or the night, there's no time to reflect on the threat, the situation, the bark nor the bite.
These are commercial crusades 'cause all the oli men get paid these are commando crusades commando tactical rape and from the streets of New York and Baghdad to Tahran and Tel Aviv bring forth the prophets of the Lord from dirty bastards fillin' pockets with the profits of greed. These are commercial crusades. Commando tactical raids. Playin' military charades to get paid.
And who got the devils? And who got the Lords? Build yourself a mountain drink up in the fountain. Soldiers come home.
'Cause as a matter of facts it's a pact, it's an act, these are illegal attacks so bring the soldies back. These are illegal attacks, it's contracts for contacts, I'm singing concrete facts so bring the soldiers back.
What mean ya that you beat my people, what mean ya that you beat my people and grind the faces of the poor.
So tell me just how come were the Taliban sat burning incense in Texas roaming round in a Lexus sittin' on six billion oils drums, down with the Dow Jones, up on the Nasdaq pushed into the war zones
It's a commercial crusade, 'cause all the oil men get paid but only so many soldiers come home. It's a commando crusade a military charade and only so many soldiers come home.
What mean ya that you beat my people what mean ya that you beat my people and grind the faces of the poor.
Through all the blood and sweat nobody can forget it ain't the size of the dog in the fight it's the size of the fight in the dog on the day or the night, there's no time to reflect on the threat, the situation, the bark nor the bite.
These are commercial crusades 'cause all the oli men get paid these are commando crusades commando tactical rape and from the streets of New York and Baghdad to Tahran and Tel Aviv bring forth the prophets of the Lord from dirty bastards fillin' pockets with the profits of greed. These are commercial crusades. Commando tactical raids. Playin' military charades to get paid.
And who got the devils? And who got the Lords? Build yourself a mountain drink up in the fountain. Soldiers come home.
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