NirvanaDownerDefend your true country, wish away pain Hand out lobotomies, to save little families Surrealistic fantasy, bland, boring, plain (CHORUS) Hold me down in restitution Living out your day of fusion Is the whole fleece, shun in bastard Don't feel guilty, master writing Somebody says that they're not much like I am I know I can Make enough of the words You go along And sing your song Sickening pessimists, hypocrite master Conservative communists, apocalyptic bastards Thank you, dear God for putting me on this Earth I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst CHORUS Doubt it Index |
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