Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine
The Music That Nobody Likes
Fee fi fo fumI smell the blood of Nazi scumI want my dad and I want my mumA Sherman tank and a load of gunsIf love is the answerWhat was the question?And can it cureMy indigestion, baby?Out of the frying panInto the frying panBack to the drawing boardAnd I'll draw you a diagramWe'll put on the kettleFor some tea and some sympathyInfamy, infamyThey've all got it in for meIf love is the answerWhat was the question?And can it solveThe traffic congestion, baby?Carry on, carry onLetras de cancionesYou've got nothing to loseYou've dirtied your pantsAnd you can't afford shoesTo stand up and fightStand up for your rightsAnd dance to the musicThat nobody likesIt goes ba, ba, ba, baOut of the mouthsOf babes bearing armsCome the terrified soundsOf a baby's alarmAt the kidnap and rapeOf his family and friendsWho've been taken awayTo be ethnically cleansedAnd the banners and badgesAnd your anarchist friendsSay "Apocalypse now, man?And "Never again"And I know the following smutShould he censored okayBut this shit is fuckedAs they say in the U. S .AAnd they say it in Mexico, London and JerichoBerlin and Birmingham, Belfast and TokyoAmsterdam, Vietnam, Iran, AfghanistanDisneyland, Narnia, former YugoslaviaYes sire boy, there's nothing worth living forBut it really ain't worth dying forSo just say three hail Jesus and Mary chainsAnd say goodnight Jim Bob, goodnight Jim Bob
From Letras Mania