paroles de chanson Squanderer - Shriekback
All
the
grunts
and
the
cunts
and
the
fops
in
the
punts
Waiting
for
an
inundation
The
expense
is
immense,
doesn't
make
any
sense
Meaningless
assimilation
There
is
a
stain
which
remains,
it
remains
on
the
brain
Needs
a
lot
of
medication
I'm
with
the
sluts
in
the
huts,
I'm
distressingly
nuts
Renting
some
exhilaration
I'm
a
squanderer!
I'm
a
squanderer
I'm
a
squanderer!
I'm
a
squanderer
I
want
the
classical
tunes
and
a
house
on
the
moon
Multiple
accommodations
I
wanna
get
me
a
lick
of
the
ecstasy
stick
Paranormal
innovations
I
want
the
head
of
a
faun
and
a
swan
on
the
lawn
Neo-Roman
fornications
I
want
the
blood-gutter
rush,
an
Imperial
gush
Never
mind
the
implications
I'm
a
squanderer!
I'm
a
squanderer
I'm
a
squanderer!
I'm
a
squanderer
We
unloaded
our
loads
on
the
rocks
in
the
roads
Burning
up
with
stimulation
While
the
brutes
in
the
suits
with
their
filthy
pursuits
Polished
up
their
reputations
Now
the
crew
with
their
brews
and
the
news
of
the
screws
Do
no
bear
examination
And
the
ghouls
with
the
tools
and
contempt
for
the
rules
Beggar
the
imagination
They're
all
squanderers!
Squanderer
Meet
the
squanderers!
Squanderer
I
had
a
shag
in
a
bag
on
a
liminal
jag
Feeling
like
an
installation
It
left
the
chick
on
the
till
and
your
automobile
Stupefied
with
indignation
There's
a
witch
on
the
wire
with
her
head
in
the
fire
Flaunting
her
emaciation
They
got
the
clocks
for
the
rocks
and
a
bear
in
a
box
Rabid
with
anticipation
Squanderers!
Squanderers!
Squanderers!
The
go
around
and
round
and
round
and
round...
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