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Bright F*cking Red
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*drools* then realizes what hes looking at..and...*vomits*
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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Avin' It!
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Adidasss, Reading is closer to London.
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Choose Liverpool. Choose the dole queue. Choose to scam disability benefit. Choose mind-numbing, grinding efficiency over flair. Choose Torben Piechnik, Istvan Kozma and Paul Stewart. Choose not to win a single league title since the backpass rule was implemented. Choose penalties. Choose car stereos, hubcaps and stanley knives. Choose to trade on your proud sense of tradition and then not lift a finger in protest when two American billionaires who don't even know the name of your club decide to buy it. Choose to win the European Cup whilst only having to play seven matches. Choose to bask in a perpetual, sickening, media love-in. Choose celebrities who **** off out of your city as soon as they have earned the money to do so and then spend the rest of their lives harping on about how wonderful it is. Choose to sing about Munich until confronted with your own tragedy. Choose to end it all in an orgy of self pity, just another excuse to perpetuate the grief culture spawned by your selfish, insular ****ed-up excuse for a city. Choose your future. Choose Scouse. |
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In Original Packaging
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Oh come on you have those annual sheep-races... I put a fiver on Betsy in the 3:10!
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We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell, Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell. Into the ear of every anarchist that sleeps, but doesn't dream, We must sing We must sing We must sing I CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DEATH AND GLORY....
And Im so clever But clever ain't wise So FUCK FOREVER (if you don't mind) |
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