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| linux, media watchdog, bill gates, diary, anal sex, interactive, advertisements, t shirt affiliate, badass, actors, free, mp3 music, ftaa, branding, zoe records, theater, film reviews, cutting edge music, comment, bestincest stories post, for, independent artists, | a man So I could learn how to stand up for culture myself Like those guys with guitars I've been watching culture in bars Who've been stamping their feet To a different beat To a different beat To a different beat I will not culture pretend I will not put on a smile I will not say I'm all right for you When all I wanted was to be good To do everything in truth To do everything in truth You bloody mother fucking asshole Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole Oh you bloody... I will not pretend I will not put on a smile I will not say I'm all right for you For you, whoever you are For you, whoever you are For you, whoever you are click for all band contentMartha WainwrightMartha Wainwright on EWRAll LyricsMost Popular LyricsPost a commentPost a correctionread 348 timesUser RatingsThis song is rated 8.50 |
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| 1.10 ] Emerald Wizard Radio N.EWSBandsTunesDiscographiesLyricsForum My EWR Welcome Guest Login Register EWR Home News Playlist Bands Tunes Discographies Lyrics diary EWR CDs Contact EWR diary Forum EWR LyricsMartha Wainwright - Bloody Mother Fucking AssholePoetry is no place For a heart that's a whore And I'm young and I'm strong But I feel old and tired, overfired And I've been poked and stoked It's all smoke, there's no more fire, only desire For you, whoever you are For you, whoever you are You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around I'm cracking up And you have no idea... No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home With the fucking phone And the mother of gloom In your bedroom Standing over your head With her hand in your head With her hand in your head I will not pretend I will not put on a smile I will not say I'm all right for you When all I wanted was to be good To do everything in truth To do everything in truth Oh I wish, I wish, I wish I was born |
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