Tony fuck with Stan but see Stan, he the man Dat boy Stan got guap, he a fool with the yam But see Stan fuck with Tony He don't know that Tony phony And
[Chorus] Tony fuck with Stan But see Stan he the man Dat boy Stan got guap, he a fool with the yam But see Stan fuck with Tony He don't know that Tony
Oversættelse: Schamoni, Rocko. Slanger.
see your curves of desire Your gentle looks can kill, so full of lust within Let me caress your flesh, unveil your passion, turn you on It's the night of the snakes
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
("Clear Thinking in Troubled Times": Winnipeg Free Press, Nov 21st, 1995) "People have the right to the truth. Unvarnished. Even uncomfortable. But never
...And We Thought That Nation-States Were a Bad Idea "Publicly subsidized! Privately profitable!" That's the anthem of the upper-tier (the
They called here to tell me that you're finally dying, through a veil of childish cries. Southern Manitoba prairie's pulling at the pantleg of your bad
Some of my otherwise brilliant and productive friends (like scoundrels and their flags) take final refuge in character assasinations; hey ignore the issue
Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands, All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds. staring at the window as the sunlight demands
At some turning point in history, some fuckface recognized that knowledge tends to democratize cultures and societies so the only thing to do was monopolize
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
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
I'm not going to try to tell you that I'm different from all the rest. I've been subject to the same de-structure of desire and I've felt the same effects
Our cities seem to function quite the same: sweeping ghettos under one big rug makes them easier to contain, so the upper-middle class can sleep (or shop
why don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next g-7 picnic? it seems easier with every clock tick. but whose will would that
Swastikas and Klan-robes Sexist, racist, homophobes Aryan-Nations and Hammerskins you can wear my nuts on your nazi chins I love a man in uniform
