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Like a Night Club in the morning |
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You're the bitter end |
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Like a recently disinfected shit-house |
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You're clean round the bend |
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You give me the horrors |
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Too bad to be true |
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All of my tomorrow's |
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Are lousy 'cause of you |
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You put the shat in Shatter |
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Put the pain in Spain |
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Your germs are splattered about |
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Your face is just a stain |
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You're certainly no raver |
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Commonly known as a drag |
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Do us all a favor |
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Here wear this polythene bag |
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You're like a dose of scabies |
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I've got you under my skin |
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You make life a fairy tale Grimm |
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People mention murder, the moment you arrive |
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I'd consider killing you if I thought you were alive |
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You've got this slippery quality |
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It makes me think of phlegm |
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And a dual personality, I hate both of them |
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Your bad breath, vamps disease |
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Destruction, and decay |
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Please, please, please, please |
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Take yourself away |
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Like a death a birthday party |
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You ruin all the fun |
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Like a sucked and spat our smartie |
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You're no use to anyone. |
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Like the shadow of the guillotine |
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On a dead consumptive's face |
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Speaking as an outsider |
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What do you think of the human race |
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You went to a progressive psychiatrist |
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He recommended suicide |
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Before scratching your bad name off his list |
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And pointing the way outside |
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You hear laughter breaking through |
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It makes you want to fart |
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You're heading for a breakdown |
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Better pull yourself apart |
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Your dirty name gets passed |
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About when something goes amiss |
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Your attitudes are platitudes |
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Just make me wanna piss |
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What kind of creature bore you |
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Was is some kind of bat |
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They can't find a good word for you |
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But I can twat |
