| Song | He's a Nutter |
| Artist | Longtooth & Wasterman |
| Album | He's a Nutter |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Greg Semple | |
| 作曲 : Greg Semple/Karl Traae/Jez Canning | |
| Roll up roll up | |
| get your bloody nose up | |
| sucking on me brain juice | |
| its wearing thin | |
| you don't know none | |
| any one who's anyone | |
| who's walked by path | |
| knows where I have been | |
| 'cept me | |
| we're tooled up | |
| fuelled up | |
| tear the ****ing rules up | |
| mob culture | |
| yob culture | |
| its all the same | |
| we got plastic politics | |
| we're governed by the lunatics | |
| exploiting the war whore | |
| in our name | |
| I don't give a **** about you skills in conversation | |
| I don't give a **** about your news and your views | |
| its bombs and band aid | |
| do wanna by a hand grenade | |
| its all twisted gonna get abused | |
| with hocus locus | |
| religions out of focus | |
| you gotta drop a blotter to glimpse what I've seen | |
| its double standard high class moralty | |
| I ain't subscribing do know what I mean | |
| so don't **** with me coz I pally with the hooligan | |
| I got him on a lead when he should be on a chain | |
| we're tripped out flipped out | |
| our minds been ****ing ripped out | |
| leave us alone | |
| we're a little bit insane | |
| call up your chi | |
| and gather your thoughts | |
| feeding on this adrenaline source | |
| is it blades or fists I don't know | |
| oh shit | |
| I forgot I was a pasifist | |
| I don't give a **** about your presentation | |
| couldn't give a toss about your P's and your Q's | |
| your shiny windows | |
| your nice new motors | |
| your fancy holidays | |
| your leather shoes | |
| you dirty hippies | |
| you filthy sluts | |
| rich old knobs | |
| with your big fat guts | |
| I'll piss on your shoes and laugh in your face | |
| coz your dealing us low | |
| as you palm the ace | |
| democracy suckers in your voting booths | |
| with your lottery dreams | |
| and your charity spoofs | |
| the swindling bastards | |
| and the cruel factory farms | |
| with the capitalist wankers | |
| with the salesman charms | |
| blind sided charges | |
| and the fat banker tools | |
| ignorant racsists | |
| the selfish fools | |
| sexiest pay | |
| a burlesque so twee | |
| feeding like vultures | |
| in the land of the free |
| zuo ci : Greg Semple | |
| zuo qu : Greg Semple Karl Traae Jez Canning | |
| Roll up roll up | |
| get your bloody nose up | |
| sucking on me brain juice | |
| its wearing thin | |
| you don' t know none | |
| any one who' s anyone | |
| who' s walked by path | |
| knows where I have been | |
| ' cept me | |
| we' re tooled up | |
| fuelled up | |
| tear the ing rules up | |
| mob culture | |
| yob culture | |
| its all the same | |
| we got plastic politics | |
| we' re governed by the lunatics | |
| exploiting the war whore | |
| in our name | |
| I don' t give a about you skills in conversation | |
| I don' t give a about your news and your views | |
| its bombs and band aid | |
| do wanna by a hand grenade | |
| its all twisted gonna get abused | |
| with hocus locus | |
| religions out of focus | |
| you gotta drop a blotter to glimpse what I' ve seen | |
| its double standard high class moralty | |
| I ain' t subscribing do know what I mean | |
| so don' t with me coz I pally with the hooligan | |
| I got him on a lead when he should be on a chain | |
| we' re tripped out flipped out | |
| our minds been ing ripped out | |
| leave us alone | |
| we' re a little bit insane | |
| call up your chi | |
| and gather your thoughts | |
| feeding on this adrenaline source | |
| is it blades or fists I don' t know | |
| oh shit | |
| I forgot I was a pasifist | |
| I don' t give a about your presentation | |
| couldn' t give a toss about your P' s and your Q' s | |
| your shiny windows | |
| your nice new motors | |
| your fancy holidays | |
| your leather shoes | |
| you dirty hippies | |
| you filthy sluts | |
| rich old knobs | |
| with your big fat guts | |
| I' ll piss on your shoes and laugh in your face | |
| coz your dealing us low | |
| as you palm the ace | |
| democracy suckers in your voting booths | |
| with your lottery dreams | |
| and your charity spoofs | |
| the swindling bastards | |
| and the cruel factory farms | |
| with the capitalist wankers | |
| with the salesman charms | |
| blind sided charges | |
| and the fat banker tools | |
| ignorant racsists | |
| the selfish fools | |
| sexiest pay | |
| a burlesque so twee | |
| feeding like vultures | |
| in the land of the free |
| zuò cí : Greg Semple | |
| zuò qǔ : Greg Semple Karl Traae Jez Canning | |
| Roll up roll up | |
| get your bloody nose up | |
| sucking on me brain juice | |
| its wearing thin | |
| you don' t know none | |
| any one who' s anyone | |
| who' s walked by path | |
| knows where I have been | |
| ' cept me | |
| we' re tooled up | |
| fuelled up | |
| tear the ing rules up | |
| mob culture | |
| yob culture | |
| its all the same | |
| we got plastic politics | |
| we' re governed by the lunatics | |
| exploiting the war whore | |
| in our name | |
| I don' t give a about you skills in conversation | |
| I don' t give a about your news and your views | |
| its bombs and band aid | |
| do wanna by a hand grenade | |
| its all twisted gonna get abused | |
| with hocus locus | |
| religions out of focus | |
| you gotta drop a blotter to glimpse what I' ve seen | |
| its double standard high class moralty | |
| I ain' t subscribing do know what I mean | |
| so don' t with me coz I pally with the hooligan | |
| I got him on a lead when he should be on a chain | |
| we' re tripped out flipped out | |
| our minds been ing ripped out | |
| leave us alone | |
| we' re a little bit insane | |
| call up your chi | |
| and gather your thoughts | |
| feeding on this adrenaline source | |
| is it blades or fists I don' t know | |
| oh shit | |
| I forgot I was a pasifist | |
| I don' t give a about your presentation | |
| couldn' t give a toss about your P' s and your Q' s | |
| your shiny windows | |
| your nice new motors | |
| your fancy holidays | |
| your leather shoes | |
| you dirty hippies | |
| you filthy sluts | |
| rich old knobs | |
| with your big fat guts | |
| I' ll piss on your shoes and laugh in your face | |
| coz your dealing us low | |
| as you palm the ace | |
| democracy suckers in your voting booths | |
| with your lottery dreams | |
| and your charity spoofs | |
| the swindling bastards | |
| and the cruel factory farms | |
| with the capitalist wankers | |
| with the salesman charms | |
| blind sided charges | |
| and the fat banker tools | |
| ignorant racsists | |
| the selfish fools | |
| sexiest pay | |
| a burlesque so twee | |
| feeding like vultures | |
| in the land of the free |