I, James Robert Injustice Being of unsound body and mind Hereby bequeath all my worldly goods To anyone who wants 'em The debts that I got from gambling
Don't open the box , take the money Take it to the shops where we can spend it all, honey On 90's memorabilia and rock 'n' roll records And experience
Suicide isn't painless It hurts like Hell It's set aside for the famous A little suicide sells Nothing lasts forever But nothing ever did It's big but
When you've been watching the world die all day And channel hopping won't make it go away Put on your shoes come and share the blues with me This skinny
This is not a love song and it serves no use But if you want to sing along with some verbal abuse It might make you feel better and it's good for the
The decorations are drab It's dirty and it smells You don't have to be mad to work here But it helps The temptation to fail Would make a boots bunny
Fee fi fo fum I smell the blood of Nazi scum I want my dad and I want my mum A Sherman tank and a load of guns If love is the answer What was the question
I'd like to teach the world to sing And put an end to suffering if I could With the dedicated heart and soul Of Britain's greatest rock 'n' roll Robin
Look ma, top of the world He'd started talking to himself His ma was dead The first sign of madness, talking to yourself Alarm bells should have Been
Tomorrow when you die, they'll break the mold Shut down the sky, the sun will turn cold They'll close the parks and when they read your will The moon
I'm not a racist but I am I served my time in Vietnam I've got three jobs, this is one Sometimes I wish that I'd kept my gun This country's going down
Once in a blue, your dreams come true If someone's looking out for you So party on dude, let's buy some booze Go downtown and get tattoos Then go ahead
Hot from Hell and Hades For gentlemen and ladies The little biddy babies And the household pet The punches and the Judys The crunches and the bruises
They can walk on water or they can run Depending on the story Also by the same author Volume one, violence death or glory Sneaking out of the exit of
In a bar Johnny drinks Johnny drinks Johnnie Walker Runs up a bill he can't pay He's drinking to the memory Of a prince in a paupers grave And it's go
Now, Sheriff Fatman started out In business, a granny farmer He was infamous for fifteen minutes And he appeared on Panorama But then he somehow got
Don't kiss me quick I'm about to be sick All over my favorite shoes If you pin back my tongue With a stapling gun It won't stop me from singing the blues
I'm in love with my wife Doublebeds, The Lemonheads Scrambled eggs and life Let's make it open season On all the racists and the bigots And their chums