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zuò qǔ : Blake, Goldie Lookin Chain |
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I' m gonna lie on my back |
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An' you put your fingers down my mouth, right |
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No, no, do it right, like, augh ugh |
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I' m gonna do a |
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Jimi Hendrix, eugh |
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I' m gonna be sick in my sleep, eugh, augh ahu ugh |
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I tries to do it proper but it kept comin' up a cropper |
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I needs some hype, |
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I think I' ll ram raid happy shopper |
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Haven' t got a car so |
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I use a space hopper |
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Bouncin' to the window, cut my head, show stopper |
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I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers |
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I want police protection from 87 coppers |
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I wanna go gold, even better platinum |
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If you wanna be a star you gotta kill yourself, man |
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It' s the truth, step back, take a look around |
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Elvis is dead for bein' fat, 500 pound |
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Kurt Cobain' s rich as , he' s buried in the ground |
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Jimi Hendrix an' his amp still ain' t makin' no sound |
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Michael Hutchence, he' s one of ' em too |
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Made a hundred million quid dying wanking on the loo |
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S. U. I. C. I. |
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D. E. It might be messy but it' s money for free |
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Suicide is painless or so it has been said |
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I could' ve killed myself but |
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I' d be better off dead |
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So I took a deep breath, put a gun against my head |
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Pulled the trigger, click, should' ve been eatin' lead |
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But I wasn' t, |
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I was naked in |
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John Frost |
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SquareMothers on pushchairs stopped an' stared |
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For this situation |
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I was quite unprepared |
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Tried suicide to be famous but nobody cared |
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Committin' suicide to enhance my career |
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It worked for |
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Mickey an' |
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Tupac Shakir |
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Jesus was nailed up to some wood2000 years later an' book sales are still good |
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I heard in a song suicide is painless |
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An' it' s 80 percent sure to make you famous |
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Wankin' with a bag on yer head, tied to a door |
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That bloke from |
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INXS, he knew the score |
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S. U. I. C. I. |
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D. E. It might be messy but it' s money for free |
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S. U. I. C. I. |
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D. E. It might be messy but it' s money for free |
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I gotta kill myself, |
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I gotta do' s it quick |
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John Entwistle sly, he was snortin' arsenic |
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I keep takin' all this coke to make me die |
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Doin' more drugs than they make in in' |
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ICIIt' s the best way to go, don' t think me dull |
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I' m not gonna fall off the roof like the flid |
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Rod HullWe want people to sing all our songs |
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And the nuns at |
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St. Joseph' s rappin' on smokin' bongs |
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We wanna be remembered when we' re six feet under |
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For hip hoppin' not robbings, in' beatings or plunder |
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At the moment |
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I' m not dead like |
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David Kampasey |
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Double platinum means you gotta be pushin' up daisies |
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Dad' s army' s all dead, every last one |
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But the cunts is still goin' on |
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BBC1Yeah, that' s right, |
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I smoke draw from |
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WalesSuicide' s a good idea to improve vinyl sales |
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It' s useless, it' s crap, |
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I' ll never be in the sun |
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How can I be a pop star when |
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I can' t buy a gun? |
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Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath |
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I know, I' ll hang myself with my scarf |
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Tied to the stairs, danglin' by my neck |
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The cord length |
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I forgot to check |
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Stuck there for a week, unable to shriek |
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The landlord found me an' he called me a freak |
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He cut me down an' started to laugh" If you' re dead next week gimme your autograph" |
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You know I thanked him, returned to my room |
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The new plan is to go out with a boom |
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To the station, with a petrol can" Five pound please", |
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I say to the man |
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All set up an' ready to burn |
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The wheel on my lighter just won' t turn |
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Suicide is a suicyclebbl |
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Suicide is a suicyclebbl |
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Suicide is a suicyclebbl |
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I wanna be famous after |
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I dieProven fact, man, if you' re dead you sell more |
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That drummer from |
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Def Leppard |
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His arm has made 30 times more than he has |
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You know that our |
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Elvis? Well, he' s dead famous now |
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And he' s dead and he' s face, he' s more famous now like |
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He' s dead like you know, |
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I, I suppose what a lot like |
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in' simple economics |
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They reckon |
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Bob Marley' s dead |
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But he' s not, man' |
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Coz he was on the |
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TV last night, man |
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Just don' t lie to me, man |
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I thought |
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I was havin' a go at an overdose |
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But I, I, |
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I don' t think you can overdose on |
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Beecham' s |
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Flu PlusI think one of the blokes off of |
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Dad' s army is still alive |
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I think he' s bummin' |
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Martin in |
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Eastenders, innit? |
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I' ll get the ropes an' we' ll tie them to the walls |
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An' we all jump off at the same time an' break our necks |
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An' we' ll make at least 13 quid an' you knows we' ll be famouslike in' |
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Gandhi or, or like the bloke off that sex film we seen |