Your love is like finger nails on a chalkboard Your love is like throwing myself overboard A breakdown on a motorway A heart attack on Christmas day Like
a letter to Mr Sony I said, ?Hey Sony what?s going down? ?I?ve got a record and I reckon it?s wicked ?And I think you should s-spread it around? He said, ?Hey Tim
You can have my body You can steal my car You can take my money You can have what you like but it won?t get you very far ?cause my heart belongs to
If anyone can show me one example in the history of the world of a single Psychic who has been able to prove under reasonable experimental conditions
Do not feed doughnuts to your obese children You will regret it when they?re in their teens Maccas might shut them up now that they?re seven But they
Your love for me is not debatable Your sexual appetite's insatiable You never ever make me waitable Delectable, inflatable you. You don't have problems
Like guns and the US And if you love me like you say that you do You'd purchase forty cockatoo And teach them to fly in formation in the sky And shit the words ?Tim
This is a song about prejudice And the language of prejudice And the power of the language of prejudice It's called: Prejudice In our modern free-spoken
You don't eat pigs, We don't eat pigs, It seems it's been that way forever So if you don't eat pigs, And we don't eat pigs, Why not, not eat pigs together
I?ve been having quite a problem recently Which is quite disturbing musicalically Involving a semitonal discrepancy Vocally and instrumentally You see
We?ve got years ahead of us We?ve got people who care for us We?ve got Sunday morning coffees in the sun We?ve got Monday night television We?ve got
I am so fucking rock I am so Goddamn rock I am so motherfucking rock Don?t you know you wanna rock it with me If you came expecting a burlesque show
Well I wake up in the morning at 11:47 and I can?t believe I have to face the horror of another fucking day And the magnificent magnitude of my morning
He looks at me intensely Contact lens green with artifical envy Cocks his head and fixes me with a condescending stare Flicks his bleached, blond tipped
Yeah yeah If i didnt have you If I didnt have you to hold me tight If I didnt have you to lie with at night If I didnt have you to share my side And
All we really want is affirmation Affirmation?s all we?re working towards And I don?t need your wealth accumulation You can keep it Second encore Second
Yeah, Yeah. If I didn't have you. If I didn't have you to hold me tight. (If I didn't have you) If I didn't have you to lie with at night. (When i'm
Somewhere in your wardrobe, I'd be willing to bet There's a t-shirt probably bearing the silhouette of Che Guevara He was revolutionary, yeah, he wore