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[Adolf Oliver Bush]

One two three four!


Feelin' sorry
Feelin' sad
So many ugly people
I feel bad
I'm so cute
They're so homely
Some of them
At home 'n' lonely
Wish they could be
Very cute like me
But they will never
Get to be
Some folks got it
Some folks don't
Some so ugly
They never won't

Everybody
See his hair
See his clothes
I'm sure you care
Terry Ted
Is really sweet
An' watch the way he keep the beat
Sweet as honey
He's a piece of cake
From the ginseng root
'N' stuff he take
Vitamin E
'N' all the B's
He's so cool he'll make you freeze
Make you freeze
Make you freeze
Excuse me please

Step aside
I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna strut
I'm gonna slide
Hey, ugly folks
Go get some cyanide
An' die
DIE DIE DIE DIE

A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-ren-nen-nen-uh-rennda
A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-rennda-rennda-rahhh

Ugly is bad
And bad is wrong
And wrong is sinful
And sin leads to eternal damnation
An' hot burnin' fire
Hot burnin' fire
Hot burnin' fire
Hot burnin' fire
Screams of agony
Screams of agony
Screams of agony
Screams of agony
Arrrrrrrghhhhhhh!
One Two Three Four

I'm so cute!
I'm so cute!
I'm so cute!
I'm so cute!


(hahahahahaha... did you just record that?)

[Trump’s Niece]

I love this song

This ass sit like a stallion
All these wannabe's my little ponies

[Adolf Oliver Bush]

NEW PAGE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!

Pa-para-para-pa-pa-pa-ra

B-B-B-B-B-Bobby had a friend named Robbie
And Robbie was missing a hand
'Cause Robbie had been dreaming of millions
But he always fell behind on his payment plan
Now Robbie sat alone in the basement
He was soldering some cables, spread across the table
With schematics he had found in the underground
Robbie was about to be famous

If there's anyone out there who's up for a riot
First, we take their messiah, then we'll take Goliath
And if you got it, we can do it any way you want
Is thеre anyone out therе who's up for a riot? Let's sing

Pa-para-para-pa-pa-pa-ra

B-B-B-B-B-Bobby works the morgue in the night time
And by day he worked himself to an early grave
Bobby didn't know his own children
But he wanted to go see them with the money he had saved
If Bobby learned to love his neighbor
Her taste and tender nature, spread across the table
Was a meal that he could take if he didn't break
Bobby was about to be famous

If there's anyone out there who's up for a riot
First, we take their messiah, then we'll take Goliath
And if you got it, we can do it any way you want
Is there anyone out there who's up for a riot? Let's sing

Pa-para-para-pa-pa-pa-ra

Organize, organize
You gotta organize, organize
You gotta organize, organize
You gotta organize, yeah
Oh

If there's anyone out there who's up for a riot
First, we take their messiah, then we'll take Goliath
And if you got it, we can do it any way you want
Is there anyone out there who's up for a riot?

"Oh Bobby", said Robbie, "What have you done?"
And Robbie told Bobby, "I built a bomb"
"But Robbie", said Bobby, "What's that around your mouth?"
Well Robbie told Bobby, "See
I'm a cannibal now, I'm a cannibal now
I'm a cannibal now, I'm a cannibal now
I'm a cannibal now, I'm a cannibal now
I'm a cannibal now, I'm a cannibal now"
Pa-para-para-pa-pa-pa-ra

[Thiel]

[Adolf Oliver Bush]

Goering's on the phone to Freiburg
Says "Willie's done quite a job"
Hitler's on the phone from Berlin
Says "I'm gonna make you a star"

My Captain Von Ondine, here's your next patrol
A flight of English bombers across the canal
After twelve, they'll all be here
I think you know the job

They hung there dependent from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die

In a G-load disaster from the rate of climb
Sometimes I'd faint and be lost to our side
But there's no reward for failure, but death
So watch me in the mirrors, keep me on the glide path

Get me through these radars, no I cannot fail
When my great silver slugs are eager to feed
I can't fail, no not now
When twenty five bombers wait ripe

They hung there dependent from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die

Me-262 prince of turbojet, Junker's Jumo 004
Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my snout
And see these English planes go burn
Now will you be my witness how red were the skies
When the fortresses flew, for the very last time
It was dark over Westphalia, in April of '45

They hung there dependent from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die

Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Junkers Jumo 004

Bombers at 12 o'clock high

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^^ Beautiful ... Is that you playing? :)  Ahhh... how I love acoustic guitar and great vocals.. Found this and love it :)

Yeah. That's me.  That was the day I sold my family piano and I was sitting on the piano bench waiting for the piano guys to come take it.  I was plucking on my guitar and fucking around on a new iMac and recorded a MP3 for shitz n giggles.  That's a real antique metronome clicking in the back ground.  I sold that too for way more than I paid for it. :)

[Adolf Oliver Bush]

We live in the dullest state
Package stores all close at eight
Malls are full of optometrists
And restaurants we hate
Swimming across Lake Quassapaug
Stealing makeup, catching frogs
Cutting our feet on broken bottles
As we wade in the Shepaug
It's true for horses, cows and dogs...

Connecticut's for fucking
That's all there is to do
I love to listen to classic rock
And have sex with you

Doing hole shots at the mall
Writing Ozzy on a wall
Watch the corn get tall
There's nothing else to do at all
Goin' where we always go
Doin' what we always do
Waitin' to turn into the people
We are bound to turn into
What else do other people do?

Connecticut's for fucking
It's the Nutmeg state
If we can't afford to buy antiques
Then we just copulate

Connecticut's for fucking
And Massachusetts too
I want to climb up the sleepy giant
And have sex with you

Up in Fairfield
In Old Lyme
We're just fucking all the time
Out in Derby
Down in Kent
We're all busy getting bent
In the Constitution State

Connecticut's for fucking
While we're waiting to
Turn into the people
Everyone here turns into

Connecticut's for fucking
There's nothing else to do
I wanna listen to classic rock and have sex with you

We all love to fuck in Connecticut
We're all getting fucked in Connecticut
Let's fuck!

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