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Andy Wainwright

Assisted Suicide Bomber Went to my doctorwith a pain in my headsaid I had a tumourand that I’d soon be deadwell I just shrugged my shoulderscos I didn’t give a s**tI said “cut the c**p and give meA diamorphine hit” So I met a girl who sang the bluesWho’s now reduced to sniffing gluesDone so much crack she can hardly singAnd reckons Daddy was The King.cos we’re stuck in Big Brother’s HouseWe smuggled in some Famous GrouseI’ve got no dollars, not a dimeAnd now it’s medication time So as I sit and smoke my bongI sing this resignation songGuess I ain’t happy and nor are youCos all my f**king dreams came trueI’d be the bootleg Mark ChapmanBut I can’t even fire a cap gunShould I take this axe and kill kill killTest the existence of free will Cos they built this wallAround the schoolTo protectThe Kids both big and smallBut this idea was pretty rank‘cos Thomas Hamilton didn’t have a f**king tank Let’s faces the thoughts been in our headsOf shooting little toddlers deadOf genocide and incest tooWhist loaded up on special brewWe’ve all got our sour grapesDirty secrets, child rapesAnd if you think this taste is poorYou tory c**ts believe in warWhat if Madeline McCannCame from Iraq or from IranNo column inches and no fameBut like Shylock, she bleed the same London, new york , gaza stripMoneys kind and people s**tNow as I’m sitting in this wardNo OBE or grammy awardIn very frail mental healthHaloperidol’s made me p*ss myselfAnd just for a second I could actually seeThere’s a lot more that a little bit of Elvis in me Some people say you shouldn’t do drugsBut you’re saying it too lateSome of its geneticsAnd the rest of it is fateWell rock is a religionA journey through the soulWhere Tammi turns to Shirley, and Shirley to NicoleThe faces changeBut not the guiltOf decadenceIntegrity spiltIndulgences of rock and rollThe highest priest has sold his soul Mushrooms pills and LSDA growing web of conspiracyI’m paranoid and way to goI’m on the f**king Truman showDelusions of grandeurIllusion of lifeCutting your wrists upWith a kitchen knifeRemind yourself it’s just a rideAnd no-one has ever really died The Assisted Sucide BomberThe martyr for the thickGod gave me everything that I want (and I really really want)And I wanted to be a pr**k.

Benjamin Baum

To the North of Katmanduthere's tiny children sniffing gluelike losers in a Michael Winner scriptit's got a BMX certificateAnd somewhere in the opening shotsby the wino in the cardboard boxa madman cornered by policeputs a Smith and Wesson between his teethAnd meanwhile in the butcher's shopanother turkey gets the chopoutside there's a blazing sunit's a perfect day to drop the bomb

lee allsop

like losers in a Michel winner script...ITS GOT BMX CERTIFICATE

basscom77

Class lyrics

Ali Cairns

It's got a BMX certificate!

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