The Damn Ol' Bones - Burn Mother Fucker | Текст песни

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I hate your stupid songs - every line's a pretentious lie
She loves him, but he doesn't love her and it's raining
And the guitar gently weeps
Love, flowers, post-cards, gifts
I'm sick and tired of all this
I'm sick and tired of all those
Burn motherfucking hicks!

When did you punch someone in his fucking face?
Your stupid smile, wet eyes and kindness makes me sick
Mister feel good when you're high,
Om mani padme hum
I'm sick and tired of all this
I'm sick and tired of all those
Burn motherfucking hippies!

Haircut, ipad, you're sucha talented artist
You're a fucking clown in these colorful sneakers
Stay online, facebook sectary
Smartass youngster
I'm sick and tired of all this
I'm sick and tired of all those
Burn motherfucking geeks!

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