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Thats Why I Hate It For

ver 01: The alarm clock shrill one time i turn around the alarm clock shrill two times i turn again around the
alarm clock shrill three times i wake up i hate it monday again i hate it six o clock again and i tell you also why
 
Refrain: Monday means school i plaster plate again perching on these stupid barracks again cramming up the head smokes
thats why i hate it for thats why i hate for
 
ver 2: I walk to the bus who departs just i run like a madman and catch him i hate that and i tell you also why.
 
Refrain: Monday means school i plaster plate again perching on these stupid barracks again cramming up the head smokes
thats why i hate it for thats why i hate for
 
ver 03: I'm sitting at school I'm seating like a pig as the teacher comes in He asks for the homework
I did not he scolds like a fishwife i hate that and i tell you also why
 
Refrain: Monday means school i plaster plate again perching on these stupid barracks again cramming up the head smokes
thats why i hate it for thats why i hate for thats why i hate it for
 
ver: 04: At home i'm now and the next problems are my parents now a hurdle insurmountable
i hate that they swear to me but this can not be at all i go to my room purely close the door and have
for the first rest
 

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Graveyard Eyes

I called her
She was in the graveyard with Robert
I called her
She was touching a gravestone in the shape of my heart
And all my dreams, they sank like butterflies
And all my hopes lay six feet under
I called her
She was in the graveyard with Robert
I cried
For I forgot to hold her close to my heart
And all my dreams, they sank like butterflies
And all my hopes lay six feet under

Oh Graveyard Eyes
Stare inside
Make you blind
Oh I theorize
About all the lies I told
Hope I’ll be forgiven

I called her
I was in the graveyard alone and I called her
She sounded sleepy like she woke from her tomb
And as the soil pushed me under
I tasted dirt I tasted wonder as the
Phone fell from my hand
From my hand
From my hand
From my hand (repeat)

You called her
From your grave
You called her
You’re a sad parade
You called her
Love is a charade
You called her
Even though she won’t pick up

(Chorus)

больше нет тепла на двоих

Говно, залупа, пенис, хер, давалка, хуй, блядина,
Головка, шлюха, жопа, член, еблан, петух, мудила,
Рукоблуд, ссанина, очко, блядун, вагина,
Сука, ебланище, влагалище, пердун, дрочила,
Пидор, пизда, туз, малафья, гомик, мудила, пилотка, манда,
Анус, вагина, путана, педрила, шалава, хуила, мошонка, елда.
 
Раунд!
 

Who Wants to Live Forever

There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?
 
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
 
There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment
Set aside for us
 
Who wants to live forever?
Who dares to love forever?
 
Who dares to live forever
Oh, when love must die?
 
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
 
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Forever is our
 
Who waits forever anyway?
 

No Friend

Another brick-red room, another black-top town
Another misspelled band burning their own houses down
Another pine-box tune to fill the cemetery day
Another stay, a touch of orange over purgatory grey
 
Another thorny field to scatter fruitless seed
Another song that runs too long, God knows no one needs
More misguided ghosts, more transparent hands
To drop a nickel in our basket and we’ll do our riot dance
 
Beneath another burning sky, behind our painted lips
In scares of catatonic smile-covered, ankle-bitten ships
So throw your pedestal of stone in the forgetful sea
As protection from the paper-thin perfection you project on me
 
When this repetition ends behind the window shades
A semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I’ve made
That most unrestful bed, that most original of sins
And you’ll say that’s what I get when I let ambition win again
 
I’d hate to let you you down, so I’ll let the waters rise
And drown my dull reflection in the naive expectation in your eyes
Back in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most free
I had a butcher’s heart and no one thought they knew me
 
So before the regiment resumes, before the dreaded sun appears
My driver’s waiting, so let’s make one point crystal clear
You see a flood-lit form, I see a shirt design
I’m no savior of yours and you’re no friend of mine