Marvel your eyes on this wonderful list of superheroes from planet profanity
Fuck Shit Piss Bollocks Arse Cuntface Twat Shitfaced
Bastard Shitehole Gob Swizzle Dick Bender Faggot fannybuster
Pussy Cum Spit Pukeface Fuckface Dumbfuck
and ofcourse the big bad motherfucker of them all vitriole.
You really do make me sick.
If only we could push the same envelope it really would be full of shit
Let the ladder lead the way; what can we say?
Today is just another day, maybe I'll die tomorrow
Does this make sense, god only knows?
Maybe I'll just blow my nose and say
"A tissue, a tissue we all fall down"
Don't blame me for I am but a 123 or maybe a ten in hex or some other shite.
For what difference would it make? Ahhhhhhh You make me scream,
You live on the silver screen, I am just a shadow in the dark; no match for you!
How high does this ladder go 'cas we really must be fucking slow to know the difference
between right and wrong.
Rid yourself of all technology TV's, radios. mobile phone and IOT;
they sting and you won't have a thing.
Master or slave? Fortune favours the brave, give me a slice
I'm on the deck rolling the dice, we are that poor, I can hear my neighbours bang on the door.
My head going round and round a waltzer on a ride, will it ever stop? Will it reach the top?
They send in their spies and tell us a load of lies, they laugh at our expense;
and make us feel all tense. The media slant the truth and make us out to be the fool, but
journalists just read their books and do not give a fuck.
Fuck Shit Piss Bollocks Arse Cuntface Twat Shitfaced
Bastard Shitehole Gob Swizzle Dick Bender Faggot fannybuster
Pussy Cum Spit Pukeface Fuckface Dumbfuck
and ofcourse the big bad motherfucker of them all vitriole.
You really do make me sick.
If only we could push the same envelope it really would be full of shit
Let the ladder lead the way; what can we say?
Today is just another day, maybe I'll die tomorrow
Does this make sense, god only knows?
Maybe I'll just blow my nose and say
"A tissue, a tissue we all fall down"
Don't blame me for I am but a 123 or maybe a ten in hex or some other shite.
For what difference would it make? Ahhhhhhh You make me scream,
You live on the silver screen, I am just a shadow in the dark; no match for you!
How high does this ladder go 'cas we really must be fucking slow to know the difference
between right and wrong.
Rid yourself of all technology TV's, radios. mobile phone and IOT;
they sting and you won't have a thing.
Master or slave? Fortune favours the brave, give me a slice
I'm on the deck rolling the dice, we are that poor, I can hear my neighbours bang on the door.
My head going round and round a waltzer on a ride, will it ever stop? Will it reach the top?
They send in their spies and tell us a load of lies, they laugh at our expense;
and make us feel all tense. The media slant the truth and make us out to be the fool, but
journalists just read their books and do not give a fuck.
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