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EAT MY FIST!
00:48
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EAT MY FIST!
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STRAY GUYS
02:17
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I was a swinger and a vagabond
Used to be used all day long
Didn’t have any bucketlist
I paid my bills and fix
WITH MY FIST
I was a singer and wrote my songs
Been performing since I was young
Bunch of chaps making fun of me
Resentful or envious because
I WAS FREE
Damn you ’cause I am the king tonight (YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!)
Let’s have a killer party tonight (YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!)
Thank you for your honesty, now piss off, die, and get out of here
Let’s have a drink to me tonight
Got only one fan and that’s my mum
Ugly tattoos on my arms
Bunch of friends who sing along
But no one ever really
PAYS ATTENTION
We are the sitters and we got a bond
Show middle fingers and pull our tongues
If you despise us we don’t care
Now listen to us because
THAT’S OUR ANTHEM
Damn you ’cause I am the king tonight (YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!)
Let’s have a killer party tonight (YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!)
Thank you for your honesty, now piss off, die, and get out of here
Let’s have a drink to me tonight
EAT MY FIST!
EAT MY FIST!
EAT MY FIST!
EAT MY FIST!
EAT MY FIST!
EAT MY FIST!
EAT MY FIST!
EAT MY FIST!
Damn you ’cause I am the king tonight (YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!)
Let’s have a killer party tonight (YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!)
Thank you for your honesty, now piss off, die, and get out of here
Let’s have a drink to me tonight
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3. |
MISTER BARNUM
03:41
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I was a boy
I was vacant
I was someone no one could understand
You know you gave me nothing at all
No! No!
No, you gave me nothing at all
If I were a girl
I’d be faking it
And get the boys so suddenly interested
And they would give nothing at all
No! No!
No, they would give me nothing at all
My heart is on the loose
I’ll be everybody’s muse
I am the one to lose
I am tying up my noose
I am a monster
I am a husband
I am the one who could never ever be unfair
Unless I could get away with that all
I will rise and you will fall
I am a lover
I am a tramp
I am a wrecker and the martyr of myself
I am the sucker who stands tall
I am the water in the alcohol
My heart is on the loose
I’ll be everybody’s muse
I am the one to lose
I am tying up my noose
Welcome to the Barnum Monster Club!
I’m a soldier
I am thin air
I am the one who wants but who never gets
But do I really want what I want?
Am I ready to spoil it all?
I am the circus and I am the trash can
I am the filth, but yet you love what I am
I will give you nothing at all
No! No!
I’ll never give you anything at all
My heart is on the loose
I’ll be everybody’s muse
I am the one to lose
And I am dying
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STILL FALLING
03:23
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Though your breath
Is not fresh
I still want to kiss you in the morning
Though your breasts
Fall off your chest
It doesn’t mean that I don’t feel like touching
You’re the same
Feel no shame
What I need is you
You’re sexy
Sweet sixty
You’re the one that I’m getting through
And I’m still falling for you
Every day
And I’m still hungry for you
Ba-ba ba-ba Baby, don’t be blue
Exfoliate
Lubricate
Ready, steady and… fornicate!
Let’s moisturise
Let’s exercise
Your body is keeping me in shape
Get rid of your fake teeth and let us
Make out all night
Tick, tock goes the big clock
Now this one could be our last… fuck
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5. |
LET'S WALK, DEAD!
03:26
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I was walking down that street
When I saw someone… That gave me the creeps!
I didn’t know who it was, still don’t know who it is
But I’m sure he came from the land of the dead
I said “Hello, man! What’s your name? Why did you come out of your grave?”
He didn’t say anything and kept staring at me
I took him by the hand and acted like a friend
And said:
Let’s walk, dead!
We got along very well
Until he suddenly found something to tell
He closed his glassy eyes and told me cold as ice
That we would never ever be friends
He thought I was too dead inside
I could never stand by his side
I didn’t say anything and kept staring at him
I felt like dying, not crying, not talking, went walking
Let’s walk, dead!
Don’t wanna fuck you
Don’t wanna fuck you
Just wanna eat your brains
Let’s walk, dead!
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Blood Baby-Sitters Brussels, Belgium
Blood Baby-Sitters (aka BBS) is a punk-rock band formed in 2005 and based in Brussels.BBS is what happens when you're 18,
you love music and you want to point fingers at serious problems and illustrate them by making references to the funny stories, films and urban legends we all know.
An entertainment based on everybody’s daily humdrums and problems. Our mission? We have NONE but have fun.
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