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Letras de Canciones / A / A Halo Called Fred / Necessity Is The Motherfucker Of Invention - CD / |
| A Halo Called Fred - A Pitiful Song |
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| Hey world, whatcha standing all alone for, when there's munchkins laughing? You know they're only laughing at your fears of living in the dark. When you're floating in space, wearing blackness like lace, round the sun in a race, go and get a job. Hey world, someone should poke you in the eye and sing a pitiful song. Hey you. What's your finger in your eye for? Will you shoot yourself? No time, you'll have to shoot everybody else... La la la la la. Oh you're tender and nice, full of sugar and spice, running rampant with lice that I'm slipping in. Hey you. You're only happy 'cause you're paid to sing a pitiful song. And it sounds so wrong. |
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Webs amigas |
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