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Dayglo Abortions Death Race 2000

after all these years i've never shed any tears. i'm happy just to be here drinking all your beer. it's been so long since i wrote that stupid song.

i've got a big ass truck. it's got a 383 that's been built right up. it's lowered right down to the ground. it'll beat every cop in this fuckin' town

my old man is getting in the way but the government decided he's gonna die anyway. i'm not into colostomy bags so i'm gonna get rid of that dirty old

this is a formal apology for the behaviour of jesus bonehead. the poor old boy is drunk on power. these songs are getting to his head. jesus bonehead

it's nineteen hundred and ninety nine and we're still toastin to the end of time. so roll a joint pour some wine and cut us up a couple of lines. light

my mother is a man. she is the head of a nazi training camp. when i am bad she threatens to take me to the lab and use me for scientific research. my

my girlfriend needs to loosen up. before we fuck she has to get drunk. wakes up trashed can't face the day. can't stay this way she has to get drunk.

there's a hundred thousand basements in victoria. but there's one thing about them most people don't know. every other one's got a little secret garden