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On My Radio
01:44
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Why are there songs that I really hate
Why are those songs aired day to day
Please take this bullshit of the air
Change it with songs that make me care`
I don’t care
If you’re not aired
Fuck this bullshit
Get off the air
Where are the songs
where we’ve listened to
Where are the shows we’ve enjoyed
Rubbish and bullshit on the air
And no one just seemed to care
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Arty Farty
02:24
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You think it is art
but I think it’s crap
Made living in your own world
Why don’t you get a job
why don’t you reach the top
and why don’t you change your career
Why are you so arty farty?
Your art isn’t bestselling
your clothes are pretty smelly
Do you know what I mean
Why don’t you get a day job
and try to wake up
From this silly dream
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Sleep
03:13
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I pick the wrong side
when I got out of bed
No social time for me
I’ll piss you off as well
Ignore all company
give me some time to wake
That is the only way
if you want me to stay
All I want to do is sleep
I don’t want you in my room
I don’t need you in my bed
Just leave me alone
We used my bed last night
hell yeah we had some fun
I’d took you to the moon and back
you loudly come
By than my problem showed
you want to sleep with me
I had to send you home
I have to sleep alone
All I want to do is sleep
I’ll never find a girl to
be my lifetime mate
I scare them all away
they think that I’m too crude
I don’t like to be mean
but they don’t know what’s up
When I wake up next day
I’ll dent their confidence
All I want to do is sleep
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There is no chocolate box
There are no flowers I bought
Why are you expecting me to hang around
You asked me out, and I said no
And that I never will
I don’t wanna be with you
A party at your place
And I’m invited
My lack of presence shouldn’t be surprising
You asked me out, and I said no
And that I never will
I don’t wanna be with you
What a waste of time
What a waste of time
Follow me around
Stop following me
I just said no
And I said no
And that i never will
I don’t want to fuck you
I don’t wanna be with you
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5. |
Chuck Norris
02:19
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Some say he is our saviour
Some say he is not from this world
But he reads the bible
And everything is told
Watch out for a roundhouse on your mouth
Watch out when he kicks and shouts
Cause Chuck Norris is gonna kick your ass
With his bare hands he is just too fast
No time to get away
He will leave you in despair
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6. |
Wish You Well
02:33
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Together we went to the forest
‘cause we had A sad thing to do
Today was the day we would scatter
Your grandparents
I wish you well
I wish you well
I was expecting that I had to comfort
you all day long
But your uncle he grabbed the ashes
And threw them around
I wish you well
I wish you well
And then it all happened fast
The ashes were in the air
And your aunt passed out
crashing to the floor
Your nephew was laughing
Your dad started joking
And everyone was
gathering around your aunt
Your grandparents were fighting and hating
When they were alive
Avoiding continuing fights they got spread out
Separately
I wish you well
I wish you well
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7. |
Let It Go
02:12
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Sometimes you gotta try
And gonna cry and let it happen
To know what is going on
I know it makes no sense
And what about you try to pretend
It is just another day
So let it go
I know it is fucked up
And will occur just every now and then
It only stays here for a while
Why don’t you go to bed
And try to forget your condition
You’re not dying after all
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'59SRS Russia
'59SRS is an one-man DIY label from Perm, Russia
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