give me a gun



give me a gun cause cause bombs and guns are really fun

i've lost my job my moneys gon live like a slob

i've got no home only streets to roams live so alone

i'm barely alive i feed on cats to survive

my wife left me my kids are dead

all this guilt is in my head

i can't go on living like this

i wish that i was dead i wish



give me a gun i'll kill a nun just wait and see

give me a gun i'll shoot a cop to be on tv

nothing could be more fun than a shooting spree

once again i found myself back on tv



guns are fun so much neato fun, fun, fun

better run i got a gun

come on down and join the fun woopie!!!



food for thought



i just want to eat some pills

littleones big ones get my fill

don't matter what kind cause i'll be buying them

up or down i rely on them



little red ones

quay ludes

and the beauties

i gotta get gotta gotta get gotta gonna get some pills



i just wanna eat pills kill the pain

makes me smart speeds up my brain

kids at school lining up and buying them

day or night i'll be selling them



little cross tops

pink hearts

and vicodin

i gotta get gotta gotta get gotta gonna get somes pills



gar-bage (gar'bij), a perfect example of uninteresting poetry



real life was never like this

the door opened as i fell trough

minds of man like piss

learning is a thing of the past

the door has opened and closed

i'm locked inside this out side world

why the fuck no one knows

why the fuck am i trapped like this



world of forgotten minds

living on parallel lines

forgotten people of the past

in the human race

i came out last



i've been left behind

left behind with human kind

i want to go away

i'm with these people every day

human kind was left behind

and i don't want to be here

human kind was left behind

and i don't want to be here



world of forgotten minds

living on parallel lines

forgotten people of the past

in the human race

i came out last



up your bum



worked all day go out get a pint tonight

the mods show up on camden gonna be a fight

oppression from society on my back maggie you'll see

got no worries cause i got no quid

in a neighborhood full of unfriendly faces



oi oi oi

oi oi oi

cause i gotta believe

oi oi oi

somethings gotta change this just ain't right



ride the tube to the end of thre line

i got no job just plenty of time

call me a wanker call me a bum

i'm on the dole got tome for fun

don't care about time we've got big ben

toying with bobbies gobbing on them

i'm flat broke have you got 10p

fuck the system give me anarchy



oi oi oi

oi oi oi

cause i gotta believe

oi oi oi

somethings gotta change this just ain't right



society don't blame me

oi oi oi

oi oi oi

cause i gotta believe

oi oi oiiiiiihhaaaaarrrrgggg....!