Song | This Lamb Sells Condos |
Artist | Final Fantasy |
Album | He Poos Clouds |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pallett | |
No hope for the village, no hope for the village | |
There's a merchant in our midst and with a barrel fist | |
He's coloured every surface, he's slapped up a portrait | |
And yes, it is his own! He's gonna take your home! | |
Have you seen our visitor? Look over the treetops! | |
Newly conjured erections are making him a killing | |
And Richmond Street is illing, so the graduates are willing | |
To buy in to the pillage, now there's no hope for the village | |
Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp | |
When he was a young man, he conjured up a firemare | |
And burnt off both his eyebrows and half a head of hair | |
And then as an apprentice, he took a Drowish mistress | |
Who bestowed upon his youthfulness a sense of Champagne Chic | |
His seduction, his seduction to the world of construction | |
Now his mind will start to wander when he's not at his computer | |
And his massive genitals refuse to co-operate | |
No amount of therapy can hope to save his marriage | |
Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp | |
Can you hear them talking? Listen through the wall: | |
Nothing to do, nothing to do | |
Living rent-free is boring me | |
Got no use for my PE Degree | |
Got no use for my pedigree | |
I feed you every morning and ask so little | |
Hedi Slimane | |
But you belittle all the work that I do | |
And Agnes B | |
When you take that walk without permission | |
I'm not content | |
I'm not defensive, I'm just saying this cause I love you | |
I'm not content | |
You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool | |
Donna Karan | |
Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest Hill | |
And Kara Saun | |
Contentment? What contentment? I am bald and impotent | |
I'm not content | |
Is that what it's about? Oh honey, honey, shut your mouth | |
I'm not content |
zuo qu : Pallett | |
No hope for the village, no hope for the village | |
There' s a merchant in our midst and with a barrel fist | |
He' s coloured every surface, he' s slapped up a portrait | |
And yes, it is his own! He' s gonna take your home! | |
Have you seen our visitor? Look over the treetops! | |
Newly conjured erections are making him a killing | |
And Richmond Street is illing, so the graduates are willing | |
To buy in to the pillage, now there' s no hope for the village | |
Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp | |
When he was a young man, he conjured up a firemare | |
And burnt off both his eyebrows and half a head of hair | |
And then as an apprentice, he took a Drowish mistress | |
Who bestowed upon his youthfulness a sense of Champagne Chic | |
His seduction, his seduction to the world of construction | |
Now his mind will start to wander when he' s not at his computer | |
And his massive genitals refuse to cooperate | |
No amount of therapy can hope to save his marriage | |
Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp | |
Can you hear them talking? Listen through the wall: | |
Nothing to do, nothing to do | |
Living rentfree is boring me | |
Got no use for my PE Degree | |
Got no use for my pedigree | |
I feed you every morning and ask so little | |
Hedi Slimane | |
But you belittle all the work that I do | |
And Agnes B | |
When you take that walk without permission | |
I' m not content | |
I' m not defensive, I' m just saying this cause I love you | |
I' m not content | |
You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool | |
Donna Karan | |
Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest Hill | |
And Kara Saun | |
Contentment? What contentment? I am bald and impotent | |
I' m not content | |
Is that what it' s about? Oh honey, honey, shut your mouth | |
I' m not content |
zuò qǔ : Pallett | |
No hope for the village, no hope for the village | |
There' s a merchant in our midst and with a barrel fist | |
He' s coloured every surface, he' s slapped up a portrait | |
And yes, it is his own! He' s gonna take your home! | |
Have you seen our visitor? Look over the treetops! | |
Newly conjured erections are making him a killing | |
And Richmond Street is illing, so the graduates are willing | |
To buy in to the pillage, now there' s no hope for the village | |
Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp | |
When he was a young man, he conjured up a firemare | |
And burnt off both his eyebrows and half a head of hair | |
And then as an apprentice, he took a Drowish mistress | |
Who bestowed upon his youthfulness a sense of Champagne Chic | |
His seduction, his seduction to the world of construction | |
Now his mind will start to wander when he' s not at his computer | |
And his massive genitals refuse to cooperate | |
No amount of therapy can hope to save his marriage | |
Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp | |
Can you hear them talking? Listen through the wall: | |
Nothing to do, nothing to do | |
Living rentfree is boring me | |
Got no use for my PE Degree | |
Got no use for my pedigree | |
I feed you every morning and ask so little | |
Hedi Slimane | |
But you belittle all the work that I do | |
And Agnes B | |
When you take that walk without permission | |
I' m not content | |
I' m not defensive, I' m just saying this cause I love you | |
I' m not content | |
You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool | |
Donna Karan | |
Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest Hill | |
And Kara Saun | |
Contentment? What contentment? I am bald and impotent | |
I' m not content | |
Is that what it' s about? Oh honey, honey, shut your mouth | |
I' m not content |