Тексты песен «Propaghandi»

I want you to want me I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'm begging you to beg me. And I want you now. Yeah, I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'm begging you to beg me. I'd love you to love me...

At Harold Edward's Elementary you pay respect to Our God, Our Flag, Our Military. In grade 3 I had a written composition about the global threat of communism. And I was the luckiest 8-year old McCarthyist of 1979: I...

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 songs 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 songs not about some romantic...

24 The best thing i ever saw on tv 4a Was that s.q. (securite quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth. 4c Condolence, mme. canadiana, but your husband was a fucking (stuck) pig. 40 But this song's not about some...

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 songs not about some romantic...

"i've got my hands up her dress and it means nothing. It's not about love, it's 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? 'cause you been feeding me this crap about 'free speech' and 'thought-police' like I'm supposed to sit and swoon". It...

Hey hannah, hows 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, hows it going? you fucking fat piece of shit, I could H your drum kit right now...

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. attem T comprehension always...

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 because it's fucking boring to keep spelling 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 S touch her childhood...

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 and single-file. First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads who will never walk a mile or mourn a murdered friend in this tiny woman's shoes. Drink up and mumble your abuse. I'm still...

Bowl of cherries in Waskasoo creek. A sylvan way of life for those who seek none beyond a parkland mall. This landscape oasis now feigns City Hall. And they call this peace. That's not how it seems to me. Sugar coated...

There was nothing remotely romantic about it. no hand-me-down sob-stories, either nurtured or genetic. so what was so goddamn important that I felt I had to shelve each and every one of my convi S? secured and mutually...

I speak outside what is recognized as the border between "reason" and "insanity". But I consider it a measure of my humanity to be written off by the living graves of a billion murdered lives. And I'm not ashamed of my...