June 1997, I was five years old. Standing in a big...
Get that old stuff out of here
They say...
It's that time of the year when the phone rings
and a voice says it's Inger from Sweden...
People letting each other down
Is what really makes me frown...
This no neck mother ****er
Whom I dwarf...
They tried to stay awake.
But sleep they did make...
There once was a PM named Brown,
He saw defeat in many a British town...
When death comes knocking on your door
what do you say to him...
Hear, Hear
Lets call Obama to the stand...
From my holiday, I am recently back
And busy all day, just trying to unpack...
The sad divine truth
lays under white lies they say...
Everything is so gross.
Everything is so disgusting...