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| 2:25 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:32 |
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| 3. |
| 3:23 |
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| 4. |
| 2:13 |
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| 5. |
| 2:22 |
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| 6. |
| 2:21 |
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| 7. |
| 2:08 |
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| 8. |
| 3:31 | 
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Well I split the guts of babies so I could see what was inside
Well all those babies' guts came out those babies all did die Then I stamped on little babies heads you could hear the cracking bones Then I asked myself why no one loved me why am I alone Well its not that I've never had girlfriends I've had a few But all of them girlfriends they want to get close to you I stamped on all those girlfriends heads you could hear the cracking bones Then I asked myself why no one loved me why am I alone Whenever I try to have sex it never seems to work When I orgasm I slit their throat over me their blood does spurt Then I like to chop them up and in a lunch box take them home Then I ask myself why no one loves me why I am alone I hope one day I might meet a final friend They'll stick a knife into my gut they'll get me before I get them |
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| 9. |
| 5:53 |
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| 10. |
| 2:23 |
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| 11. |
| 3:55 |
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In a bar in Copenhagen works a girl called Polly
In the red light district she serves the drinks for free Making her money from the tips she does receive She puts the beer pump between her thighs and pulls does Polly In the backroom transvestites wait to be abused By men in dirty raincoats convicted and accused A family fuck a goat in backroom number three She puts the beer pump between her thighs and pulls does Polly Five o clock in the morning the perverts all gone home She cleans the sperm from the floor and goes home all alone The acts she has witnessed she hardly would conceive She puts the beer pump between her thighs and goes home does Polly |
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| 12. |
| 2:18 |
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| 13. |
| 2:01 |
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I have shit my trousers could a fresh pair you please lend
I'm lying in a pool of piss I'm waiting for the end That vomit on the pavement it's mine you can depend All the bottles I have drunk on a breweries freehold I could spend The dogs all sit upwind of me and their nostrils they defend I'm waiting for the end yes I'm waiting for the end Piss and shit and rancid sweat are the perfume that I vend |
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| 14. |
| 3:56 |
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| 15. |
| 1:56 |
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| 16. |
| 3:41 |
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