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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Strapping Young Lad - Happy Camper (Carpe Bum)you pretentious fucking losers youve got nothing at all youve got your fingers in your asshole and your hand on the call and you talk such fucking horseshit that its hard to believe that you almost make careers out of being naive you, you are a fucker coz you sold my guitar you, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in bars you, you are a fucker, coz you say such stupid shit ive got a better line in pocket lint than what youve done with it so if you are an asshole who pretends to be a friend then get your ass in music, youll be set to the end, ending, and now youve got the nerve to ask me about my temper? why yes, i have become a fucking happy camper! i hate your fucking faces and your trendy cut hair, i hate the fact you think your job will go anywhere because its use is just the same as what i shit into the bowl just like the mess between your ears is like the mess in my hole i hate your loser friends who only come out when its right i hate that when its down you run instead of fight im set to think you lot in life to test the stronger ones will just require some chicken shit and also sneakers for the run. i dig it away, the shit you puked instead of swallowed, in an attempt to try and find the dick instead of the load, so when you move and stand aside my mood will hamper, and yes, i will become a fucking happy camper! stuck in endless winter with your press to keep you sane wait for useless numbers to grow useful once again where the heat will come again, your flaw grows sick, your flaw will send, the shit you call your business to the place that is your end stuck in the winter, cold and wet, your stupid friends have come and went and youve left behind your idiot job, and its far from a prize, you fucking dink ...youre a fucking dink...yeah! ...hows this for punk? dink!!! ...suck my cock , you pathetic excuse for a human being... youre a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... youve also got a lot of balls to dick with someone elses life, you fucking pseudo ghetto "boy in the hood" middle class white spoiled rotten bored "gangsta" wanna-be hunk of regenerated red neck bullshit! thank christ you dont have to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to intimidate others, shit for brains. shut the fuck up, and get out of your parents house and get a real job, you putz, and for gods sake, quit being such a fucking sheep!!! now grow the hell up!!!...dink. i let it get me down because youre in it for the glory and id rather leave with reason than go dying for a story and this whole l.a. rock thing that the malls are buying up it doesnt work, it doesnt work, its so inbred i might throw up... and now im put into the middle with the contracts and the bunk, and i always end up hearing "hey, man, punk... lets have more punk!" so here i am to do a favour, save some hassle kiss and tell, that either way my musics shit and it aint ever going to sell so if youve got the gall to take this shit blown up your ass and youve got the cash and balls to pump the same crap out in mass then hell, ill stand aside and with your plans ill never tamper ill sit and write you songs and be a fucking happy camper. yeah, send me out a contract and in clauses you will lurk the smaller points so i can give it all and save you work you say an albums not an album without issues left to hamper... well then, fuck, ...i guess i am a fucking ...happy ...fucking ...camper. |
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