This is the theme from m*a*s*h*. This is a call. Realisation that your appreciation. Meant nothing at all. This is eternal. This is your life. Vodka
Come out quick and count the corpse I'm sure we killed a family Keep your killing clean, my love Just keep your killing clean Come out quick and count
Pull up my pants Now the camera crew has gone In your statement to the police Tell them how you turned me on But you were such an ugly child You were
Don't go fucking in the barn Because the barn's on fire Look out below, look at them go
Evil frankie. Myself on a song with frankie frankie's always. Shes a she was animate she was never there I want to sing a song with frankie And I'm
Tied to the night. Ride Alison's eyes. Caesers and friends. Only the lonely go out. Back to the front. Under the red. Caesers and friends. Only the
can he catch a fish, can he bring it in can he get a boat, can he get a rod can he even swim? recusant you're not better, go for broke blame me if you
Secret fuhrers got your tongue And bitches got your car And if it wasn't for the '86 World Cup It wouldn't have got this far But she was unempty in recontrary
Dave was a lost cause, a real psycho Spent half his time wishing he was a man Rather than being a man To educate his own will, he puts people in boxes
Everyone I leave seems to get away And everywhere I go, I want to travel by rickshaw Thorazine given in your food will stop the headaches But don't be
Fuck this band And their demon seed 'Cos if they burst out You're responsible Yeah, fuck this band 'Cos their clothes don't fit But their dancing clowns
All of your friends are cunts Your mother is a ball point pen thief Notoriety follows you Like beatings follow rain Bring on the big guitars You've got
Bring me the heads of mine former opponents Make minor arrangements with tall prostitutes Then run through their ranks in stolen Volkswagens And show
Get back in your hole, get dead, son Get back in your hole, get bent Get back in your hole, get dead, son Get back in your hole, get bent Crawl under
Oh caracas. Hanging from some chimpanzees. Jonny No. 1 is a son of a gun. But that's allright with me. Still, how you keeping? Tfi's got nothing on you
Married life in prison is a lottery Conditions are dickensian at best Celebrate animals celebrate animals Standing in the corner like you've pissed yourself
Eat what you are while you're falling apart And it opened a can of worms The gun's in my hand and I know it looks bad But believe me I'm innocent I'm
