Lightyear - Twat Out Of Hell Lyrics
I need some small flowers to come and crackThese concrete feetLife jackets, water wings, they cannot save me nowIm lonelyEverybodys so *****ing lonelyDont you know me?I was the singer in Creme Brule(The last thing we need is an uneducated wazzock of a presidentwho thinks human beings and fish can co-exist peacefully)Kerrang!, youre a comic book(Kerrang!, youre a comic book)And Fracture, youre elitist(And Fracture, youre elitist)Shit business where bands surviveOn three pounds a daySorry this wasAbout the war so anyway(The last thing we need is an uneducated wazzock of a presidentwho thinks human beings and fish can co-exist peacefully)So Wheres Wally?Hes in the WhitehouseHes playing armyHes smoking a fat cigarSo well chop his balls off(Chop his balls off)And make a pie(Make a pie)And over dinner we will ask himWhy innocent people dieTransit vans without MOT or insurancePromoters with S.A.S. skills in avoidanceSeven thousand seven hundred and eighty oneWhite lines on the M1This is not for everyoneSo Wheres Wally?Hes in the WhitehouseHes playing armyHes smoking a fat cigarSo well chop his balls off(Chop his balls off)And make a pie(Make a pie)And over dinner we will ask himWhy innocent people dieLets put the talking heads onDo lots of acid, get Jon to DJAnd we can remakeScenes from the Magic RoundaboutIm pleased how my genitals fall outAccidentally, we shallLive our lives in such beautiful waysEverybody in my bomb shelter
