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Do you have any last things to say
To the beautiful girls of Pompeii
The volcano erupts and their beautiful ass
Won’t again live to see the light of day
By the romance of stardust explodes
And the fleshdust now covers their nose
Which, by the way, since they lived in Pompeii
Was roman, needless to say
I don’t have many secrets you know
Things to tell you before we all go
As we’re waving goodbye, in the blink of an eye
Tourists came, some laughed and some cried
Do you have any last things to say?
Are you wondering what price do we pay?
Everyone dies alone but we just had to turn to stone
Sexy forever, the bitches of Pompeii
Oh-oh the beautiful girls of Pompeii
Oh-oh the muscle-bound guys from Pompeii
Oh-oh the sexy bitches of Pompeii
Oh-oh the orgies were good in Pompeii
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Fake Punks
01:29
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I don’t need to smoke and fly
When I can drink and drive
Those eyes are fading
Escapade
For me time has stopped
Since I left
For the islands of hatred and scorn
I hate your guts
I hate your lives
Fake punks
With virgin fists
If you’ve never failed
How can you speak of love?
I don’t need to smoke and fly
I don’t have fun or dance all night
Those hearts... so empty...
REGGAE SUCKS
And I just don’t belong
Cause I’m working on my new atom bomb
Dropped on your heads through dreadlocks and scarves
Fake punks
With virgin hearts
If you’ve never loved
How can you speak of art?
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You Are Young
01:36
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You are young and in the prime of your sex appeal
They say people stay alive as long as you feed them
You are young, you've got time
More ahead you than you have behind
You are young, so they say
So why can't you
Why can't you believe them?
You are young, you've had more years in school
Than you've had out of it
And to stay out late
You need approval from your parents
You are young, for your own good too brave
Closer to your mom's womb than the grave
You are young, have no fear
For the end of your days isn't near
You're not young, you are dead
You were shot in the heart, you were shot in your head
You're not young, but be brave
May a new world now start from your grave
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Rocky
02:09
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I tried acting like a clown to get accepted
But you accepted me not asking for red plastic on my nose
I tried acting like a dick to get accepted
But you accepted me not asking for sperm blasting through my clothes
I tried acting like stalone to get accepted
But you accepted me not asking me to fight Apollo creed
I tried acting like a friend to get accepted
But you accepted me not asking to accomplish daily deeds
Like washing all your clothes
Or taking out your shoes
Or lending you my money
Or let you use my sister
Or lend my playstation and my record collection
Or make my house your house
Or make me cook you food
Or make me change my look
Or taking out my liver to sell on the black market
Or making me take drugs to make me look more cool
To your impropriate friends I wasn’t supposed to meet
The way I used to be, the way I really am
Pyjama wearing asshole
An enemy of sex
I tried acting like a fool to get accepted
But you rejected me and asked for a lower I.Q. score
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Michael Guratza Thessaloniki, Greece
Born in Greece, member of Bat Signal. Sworn enemy of open windows.
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