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John Cooper Clarke
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Twat
Lyricist:John Cooper Clarke
Like a Night Club in the morning You're the bitter end Like a recently disinfected shit-house You're clean round the bend
You give me the horrors Too bad to be true All of my tomorrow's Are lousy 'cause of you
You put the shat in Shatter Put the pain in Spain Your germs are splattered about Your face is just a stain
You're certainly no raver Commonly known as a drag Do us all a favor Here wear this polythene bag
You're like a dose of scabies I've got you under my skin You make life a fairy tale Grimm
People mention murder, the moment you arrive I'd consider killing you if I thought you were alive You've got this slippery quality It makes me think of phlegm And a dual personality, I hate both of them
Your bad breath, vamps disease Destruction, and decay Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Please, please, please, please Take yourself away Like a death a birthday party You ruin all the fun
Like a sucked and spat our smartie You're no use to anyone. Like the shadow of the guillotine On a dead consumptive's face Speaking as an outsider What do you think of the human race
You went to a progressive psychiatrist He recommended suicide Before scratching your bad name off his list And pointing the way outside
You hear laughter breaking through It makes you want to fart You're heading for a breakdown Better pull yourself apart
Your dirty name gets passed About when something goes amiss Your attitudes are platitudes Just make me wanna piss
What kind of creature bore you Was is some kind of bat They can't find a good word for you But I can twat
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