| Song | A Cunt Like You |
| Artist | Whitehouse |
| Album | Cruise |
| 作曲 : Bennett, Sotos | |
| You look like a fucking bat, you old slut | |
| I really loathe vulgarity, so common | |
| Your disgraceful cellulitus | |
| You'll never be the same again | |
| Fucking stereotype | |
| You take just like a cunt | |
| Cunt fucks just like a cunt | |
| You ache just like a cunt | |
| You break just like a cunt | |
| A cunt like you | |
| Fucking stereotype | |
| Listen to the sound of being alive | |
| Look at yourself, cunt | |
| Wrap up | |
| Pull yourself together | |
| You're a fucking mess | |
| You're a fucking disgrace | |
| Cunt | |
| And still you're saying nothing happened? | |
| While that dog looks at you | |
| He's glancing at that snatch of wizening cleavage | |
| Wizening old tit | |
| Attraction | |
| You must be fucking joking, cunt | |
| And as for those ridicolous shoes | |
| Always too much perfume | |
| Always too much plaster | |
| Yes, that dog looks at you | |
| In fascinated repulsion | |
| Even his disgusting half-erection is disgusted | |
| Because nothing in the world could possibly compare | |
| To holding | |
| His sweet little daughter's hand | |
| Could it? | |
| Cunt |
| zuò qǔ : Bennett, Sotos | |
| You look like a fucking bat, you old slut | |
| I really loathe vulgarity, so common | |
| Your disgraceful cellulitus | |
| You' ll never be the same again | |
| Fucking stereotype | |
| You take just like a cunt | |
| Cunt fucks just like a cunt | |
| You ache just like a cunt | |
| You break just like a cunt | |
| A cunt like you | |
| Fucking stereotype | |
| Listen to the sound of being alive | |
| Look at yourself, cunt | |
| Wrap up | |
| Pull yourself together | |
| You' re a fucking mess | |
| You' re a fucking disgrace | |
| Cunt | |
| And still you' re saying nothing happened? | |
| While that dog looks at you | |
| He' s glancing at that snatch of wizening cleavage | |
| Wizening old tit | |
| Attraction | |
| You must be fucking joking, cunt | |
| And as for those ridicolous shoes | |
| Always too much perfume | |
| Always too much plaster | |
| Yes, that dog looks at you | |
| In fascinated repulsion | |
| Even his disgusting halferection is disgusted | |
| Because nothing in the world could possibly compare | |
| To holding | |
| His sweet little daughter' s hand | |
| Could it? | |
| Cunt |