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Insane lyrics | Rating: 1.21 |
Hey there!
Said the man with the can of diet cola in his hand
Hey yeah!
Laughed the lodger pulling on a big fat roll up spurting flames
He’s weird!
Bitched the girl with the curl about the guy who was just shy
I’m there!
Huffed the loner with the boner special magazines and beer
Oh, what do you all know?
I think I’m getting old
‘Cos I question what I’m told
Yes, cynically I’m bold
But I listen to my flies
So if you think I’m insane
There’s worse that I could be
It’s just my thoughts are free
Have fear!
Preached the priest to his sheep in the house of love and peace
Bye dear!
Quacked the camp little tramp as she up’d and left the mass
Poor mare…
Smirked the pianist to his dearest though he loved that feline stare
Be scared!
Said the papers to the nations ‘bout the bombs that were not there
Hey there!
Sang the hippy with the trippy little guitar in his arms
‘There’s some real mother fuckers
In this world so leave the others’
Oh, what do you all know?
I think I’m getting old
‘Cos I question what I’m told
Yes, cynically I’m bold
But I listen to my flies
So if you think I’m insane
There’s worse that I could be
It’s just my thoughts are free
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