Тексты песен «Propagandhi»

The best thing i ever saw on tv Was that S.Q. (Securite Quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth. Condolence, Mme. Canadiana, but your husband was a fucking (stuck) pig. But this song's not about some romantic...

The best thing i ever saw on tv was that S.Q. (Securite Quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth. Condolence, Mme. Canadiana, but your husband was a fucking (stuck) pig. But this song's not about some romantic...

The best thing i ever saw on tv was that S.Q. (Securite Quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth. Condolence, Mme. Canadiana, but your husband was a fucking (stuck) pig. But this song's not about some romantic...

He had a stack of dimes for a dink that he kept hidden from his young tormentors. She crapped her pants and when it started to stink they laughed her up a railing high above the river. A goddamn beige curse. She...

Apr?s la petit mort, homey don't want you no more That surge of dopamine has turned to dust Save for the Coolidge Effect, post coitum omne triste est: That fine line between arousal and disgust When the act is...

Donald wept through the proceedings. His tears soaked through the canvas that cloaked his twisted face and they stained his orange jumpsuit where with such rare distinction he once displayed the evidence of his...

"I've got my hands up her dress and it means nothing. It's not about love, its not even about sex. This time it feels like I've got control. At this time tomorrow I'll be able to look back and call her a slut. We...

Drains her fifth and spits out a greek translation*. She slurs "how much more bullshit you got left? Cuz you been feeding me this crap about efree speech' and ethought-police' like I'm supposed to sit and swoon". It...

hey hannah, how's it going? is that you i see slappin' dicks with brad? fuck you got a hairy ass! a hairy fuckin' ass! hairy ass! hey jord, how's it going? you fucking fat piece of shit, i could trash your drum kit...

hey hannah, how's it going? can i borrow some records you punk rock piece of shit? hey jord, join the chicken-fight, is that a sub you've got in your face you piece of shit fat...

all answers seem to come to easily, to you the word rhetorical is wrong. these questions blur the things we need to see and simplicity beneath a .song. i try to make her .see there is no way. attempts at comprehension...

All answers seem to come to easily, to you the word rhetorical is wrong. these questions blur the things we need to see and simplicity beneath a song i try to make her see there is no way. attempts at comprehension...

I'd like to actively encourage the toughest man to dance as hard as he can to this, my song And bring your stupidest friends along. We wrote this song cause it's fucking boring To keep spellin out the words that you...

Takes a dried up ballpoint, lemon juice and water, keeps diary invisibly. In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite, there's a certain search for certainty, you know we'll never see her hands touch her...

Be careful how much you reveal I got one piece of advice for you, kid Keep your mouth shut, put a fucking lid Upon your dissenting views Don't roll your eyes when they face the flag Or stitch the goddamn thing on their...

Had they been the ones dying under the cooking sun, picking through the dust, scratching at the barren earth, had it been THEIR insides spilling into the sand, they'd see on cracking land their spirit cannot triumph...

My first hunting trip was quite eventful I must've been about 5 or 6 An essential rite of passage For those consigned here with a dick Shot size 5 was recommended for A clean, efficient kill They laughed as I cried And...

We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin. My eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they'd swing or run. I tell no lie: jackknives in socks, they're all gonna die. Tensions rise. Pre-pubes swarm the hill like...

Dickheads shit-talk, huddled single-file First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads or mourn a murdered friend who will never walk a mile in this tiny womans shoes. Drink up and mumble your abuse. Im still humbled by...

Bowl of cherries in Waskasio Creek. A sylvan way of life for those who seek none beyond a parkland mall. This land scape oasis now feigns city hall. And they call this peace. That's not how it seems to me. Sugar-coated...