| When General Gunfire sows the pain | |
| Sandpaper sprouts on childish eyes | |
| And when bitchy preacher sucks your brain | |
| There’s powder of six guns, hate delights | |
| Dear Lord | |
| Every foggy sunday I got the blues | |
| Now you’re so far | |
| Death is so near | |
| Mother, tell me the reason why you gave me birth | |
| Caus’ every fucking seventh day I can not choose | |
| Don’t wanna be the winner | |
| Don’t wanna be a liar | |
| I just wanna know the truth before the boom | |
| Here’s my loony tune for the moon | |
| If John is the Walrus | |
| War us | |
| You can’t be yourself, dark slavery my friend | |
| Too many blacks secrets in the sky | |
| Your life is a strange spell to the end | |
| Till the end of Human lie | |
| Dear Lord | |
| Every foggy sunday I got the blues | |
| Now you’re so far | |
| Death is so near | |
| Father, please be kind,go and tell your horse | |
| Caus’ every fucking seventh day is lost and loose | |
| Don’t wanna be the leader | |
| Don’t wanna be a liar | |
| I just wanna know the truth before the boom | |
| Hear my loony tune for the moon |
| When General Gunfire sows the pain | |
| Sandpaper sprouts on childish eyes | |
| And when bitchy preacher sucks your brain | |
| There' s powder of six guns, hate delights | |
| Dear Lord | |
| Every foggy sunday I got the blues | |
| Now you' re so far | |
| Death is so near | |
| Mother, tell me the reason why you gave me birth | |
| Caus' every fucking seventh day I can not choose | |
| Don' t wanna be the winner | |
| Don' t wanna be a liar | |
| I just wanna know the truth before the boom | |
| Here' s my loony tune for the moon | |
| If John is the Walrus | |
| War us | |
| You can' t be yourself, dark slavery my friend | |
| Too many blacks secrets in the sky | |
| Your life is a strange spell to the end | |
| Till the end of Human lie | |
| Dear Lord | |
| Every foggy sunday I got the blues | |
| Now you' re so far | |
| Death is so near | |
| Father, please be kind, go and tell your horse | |
| Caus' every fucking seventh day is lost and loose | |
| Don' t wanna be the leader | |
| Don' t wanna be a liar | |
| I just wanna know the truth before the boom | |
| Hear my loony tune for the moon |
| When General Gunfire sows the pain | |
| Sandpaper sprouts on childish eyes | |
| And when bitchy preacher sucks your brain | |
| There' s powder of six guns, hate delights | |
| Dear Lord | |
| Every foggy sunday I got the blues | |
| Now you' re so far | |
| Death is so near | |
| Mother, tell me the reason why you gave me birth | |
| Caus' every fucking seventh day I can not choose | |
| Don' t wanna be the winner | |
| Don' t wanna be a liar | |
| I just wanna know the truth before the boom | |
| Here' s my loony tune for the moon | |
| If John is the Walrus | |
| War us | |
| You can' t be yourself, dark slavery my friend | |
| Too many blacks secrets in the sky | |
| Your life is a strange spell to the end | |
| Till the end of Human lie | |
| Dear Lord | |
| Every foggy sunday I got the blues | |
| Now you' re so far | |
| Death is so near | |
| Father, please be kind, go and tell your horse | |
| Caus' every fucking seventh day is lost and loose | |
| Don' t wanna be the leader | |
| Don' t wanna be a liar | |
| I just wanna know the truth before the boom | |
| Hear my loony tune for the moon |
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