there they went
the 16 year old boys from someplace cold
with big groany shouting voices
huge clogged high heeled boots
and silly face masks and face paint
they sing (?), drum, play guitars, play keyboards etc etc
about the scary things they know
i will eat your kidney stones
i loved you until you smoked my smalls
dorothy won't do it to me
our love is a towering inferno of iceblocks
the big kid at school keeps kicking me
mum won't let me smoke cigarettes in the house
nobody understands me and my pain
boris has a big spot on his botty
but it's done in a wrwooooooooahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
guttural way
(that makes it more meaningful)
the good news being that they don't have gnus
in this pathetic uncivilized town
so, if you want to make the world know your pain
you have to stand back and let them practice their stabbin
big coats
misunderstood
bleached blonde or darker than dark
revenge reaping
it wasn't my fault
it was Christian Slater in Heathers
Why did you have to take away such a hot snatch?
He was the cool outsider
he was smarter than them
he went out in a blaze of gory
my impotence will only stretch so far
feel the wrath of us little spotty sad bastards
buy our cds
download our stabbin practice footage
flick that fringe
you have to be like us if you wanna be in the band
then we can show all those
spit spit
Twitney Spares/Jennifer Buttworks/Christian Aggylairia
what they make is not music
they don't know the way it feels
tbe mystery of the artist explained....
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