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Alba s touto skladbou:
Enemy Of The Music Business,
Boogie Woogie Country Man,
Young New England,
Let's Be Animals,
Best I Never Had,
Does This Look Infected,
Joy,
Corporate Flesh Party,
All Beauty Must Die,
The Nearly Deads (EP),
Mitch Harris
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
I did trust you,
let to lust you, to be duped
Thanks for fucking nothing !
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
Sensed a mystique ? Turn to spent air ?
Killed it dead
Thanks for fucking nothing
Scap the dephts to salvage something
Thanks for fucking nothing
Drained my all, then drop the bombshell
True, we were not joined ?
Our evey feature spliced
Though you rushed in and took a lead
Three words spouted
This contagion
Crossed all divides
Caused a shift in protective focus
Three words flouted
Unnntimely end, I should've clicked ?
A sensory cut-out
A spoiling of the harmony,
of which we were about
I don't despise or demonise,
But I just know your form
Walk right out and move along,
and teap before you look
Thanks for fucking nothing !