Kisschasy
tarantula
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Sex and death, i've got both perfected.
The way you dress, it's what i-i invented.
I've got what you want,
You've got lots of 'tude.
Don't speak back to me;
I find it very rude.
Easy-bake heartache.
You don't have a clue cos you've got nothing on me boy.
ah ah ah-ah ah ah-ah ah ah etc,
I'll change it up just to throw you off,
before we met you still believed in god.
How the fuck do you get by without your own,
without your own mind!?
- Album:
- Seizures
- Too B Or Not Too B
- Miscellaneous
- Hymns For The Nonbeliever
- United Paper People
- Compilation
- Spray On Pants
- Triple J: Hottest 100, Volume 13
- Hymns for the Non Believer
- Live at the Playroom
- Darkside / Stay Awake
- Face Without a Name
- 100% Hits: The Best of 2005
- The Shake
- Now Summer 2006
- Lazy Sunday
- Ministry of Sound: Chillout Sessions 9
- NOW Autumn 2008
- Festival Anthems
- Cara Sposa