Fat Slut
Fat slut you said
What luck I said
To be stuck in your, your happy family
Well don’t you dare I said
Judge me you go
And stick it in somewhere
I’m I’m sicka hearin’ it, you go
Stick it in somewhere I’m
I’m sicka hearin’ it
Devils and Gods
Devils and gods now that’s an idea
But if we believe that it’s they who decide
That’s the ultimate detractor of crimes
‘Cos devils and gods, they are you and I
Devils and gods, they are you and I
Devils and gods, safe and inside
Yo, George
I salute to you commander and I sneeze
‘Cos I have now an allergy to your policies it seems
Where have we gone wrong
Mister Lincoln we can’t seem to find you anywhere
Out of the millions from the deserts to the mountains
Over prairies to the shores
Is this just the madness of King George? Yo, George
Is this just the madness of King George? Yo, George
Well you have the whole nation on all fours
Velvet Revolution
Feeling radical in cotton purified in my satin
But the bomb of the season is the velvet revolution
Aye-ee look at the sky
And feel the tears of the prophets crying
Aye-ee look at the sky
And feel the rain their reign of tears
Feeling radical in cotton purified in my satin
But the bomb of the season is the velvet revolution
All you killers of the children
There’s a new commandment
The true divine creator wants a velvet revolution
All you killers of the children
There’s a new commandment
The true divine creator wants a velvet revolution
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