Fuck The Goddamn World Lyrics

Regurgitator

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Lyrics to Fuck The Goddamn World
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Woke up the other morning was a perfect day
Picked up the newspaper checked the front page
What'd it say?
Ten new wars today, no cause for dismay
Generally ok
Hip hooray
Dragged on my Kit Gaudier recycled plastic handmade yesterday
My face paled assailed by the tales of decay
Enthralled by the worldwide hop to the fray
Next page
Things are getting better all the way
Seems another fuckin tanker blew its load in the bay
Hey great
What you'd call just a small waylay
Couple hundred tons of the crude on display
Greasy
Time to move on anyway
Give me the next headline just a byline away
New plague
Something 'bout the coming of AIDS airborne
Now we got some trouble goin on

Get down hell yeah
Fuck the goddamn world

Oooee
Fixed myself a hot cup of tea
Step back relax clicked on the TV
What'd you see?
Pop star's raw derriere
Shake the shit bare wax legs in the air
Monoieu
Bluffin with the T&A flair
They say sex sells when you got shit to say
Fuck please Miss K put yo vag away

Profane
Pop the damn dial make it change
From the purely puerile to the plainly inane
Insane
Now I'm going out of my brain
From the B-grade pain that I failed to refrain
It's the anthropological fly on the cubicle wall
With the universal casting call for all
The line between the real and the wrong all gone
Now we got some trouble going on

Get down hell yeah
Fuck the goddamn world

Here we go
Knocked on my clock radio
So I could get my piece of the say-so
First row
Tickets to the blow-by-blow
Stereo
Mmm.. that's how the shit flows
Explode
Just another eye for eye
Let you know whose god is booking the flight
Only one thing holy 'bout a holy war
And that's the bullet-ridden bodies
On the killing floor
But the Wall Street booms and everyone's paid
'cept the child who made my shoes for a dollar a day
I'm afraid big biz got your government played
Demockracy rotting on a mad cow strain
It's the fast-food chains that been feeding us brains
And remains--cutting cost still the name of the game
Hate to rain on your parade but now the hunter is pray
New dawn
Now we got some trouble going on
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