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Old-Hack FunfairWhere the bally hell am I going? I’m definitely never going to there Am I not in any kind of despair? Or sat on a bloody execution chairOld-Hack Funfair
What sort of seed is this man sowing? Those sort of truths he does dare Is he hugging a dangerous bear? In a far too crowded insane funfair
And I said What-The-Hell Go to the Old-Hack-Hotel Go to the Church and Ring-The-Bell Why-Do-They Ring the Bell to Tell?
Who are we destined to stare at glowing? Well, not a soggy bit of paper tear What ignorant sod is climbing a stair? &nb
by ~Rightfield
Greeter Song-Rita the GreeterI’m a Greeter and I don’t care And I live somewhere down there FeCo Depot Screen FDP02C10 When it comes to importance, I’m next to zeroGreeter Song-Rita the Greeter
I’m a Greeter don’t breath air If I zap Mudokons, don’t think it’s fair I keep myself clean and I keep myself tidy Otherwise Glukkon give my hidey
Paramites and Scrabs Obelisks and Crabs My Name’s Rita What’s your lad’s?
I’m a Greeter oh contrare I may be made of metal but I have a soul somewhere
Sligs and Slogs and Fleeches pay no attention to me &nb
by ~Rightfield
It Must of Been HardIt must've been very dull (Living in the Old)It Must of Been Hard
Introduction: (Said)
'You see my old dear Lucifer, You’re old fashioned and you are old. 'Living in the bold and living in the mould. 'And what-is-that? Its just Living in the Old!'
Chorus:
'Just nothing to do, but a tormenting of old fine souls. 'You must have needed to be bold to even keep a hold. 'Just you and your evil, living in the mould. 'It must've been bally well bleeding hard living in the old.
Verse 1: (Said)
'Just take a seat dear old Lucifer, &
by ~Rightfield
The Violin SymptomWhat you going to do Play violin with your wrist Is it up to you? If they do or don’t get the gistThe Violin Symptom
What you really want Is a life that is so calm From being baptized at the font And meeting the bullies palm
Do you know what you’re doing? Mucking with his life I can see the worries brewing Just like flint against a knife
Because you are very special In a very special way “What you doing Mr. Peschel? Go ahead and make his day!”
What you going to do Mull your troubles over I really think that
by ~Rightfield
| Ja zichter vouk, But vouk cehk BAKADOK! I love you , But you are a Fuckshit   Zerhké nó frekkin futukh fer vouk Theres no frikkin future for you. |
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