G.G. Allin - Gimmie some head
Tekst :
Hey now girls, I want lip service
I don t wear a uniform and I m not in the service
I m in all day, never seeing the sun
But when the sun goes down into the night I cum
Girls, girls, girls, girls, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some head
I like the nasty things that you do to me in bed
Girls, girls, girls, girls, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some head
I like the nasty things that you do to me in bed
I used to be a porn freak, I was into the hand scene
I used to use magazines and be into the film screen
I used to sniff girls pantyhose
But there s nothing like a girl sitting on your nose
Girls, girls, girls, girls, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some head
I like the nasty things that you do to me in bed
Girls, girls, girls, girls, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some head
I like the nasty things that you do to me in bed
So Girls, girls, girls, girls, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some head
I like the nasty things that you do to me in bed
Girls, girls, girls, girls, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some head
I like the nasty things that you do to me in bed
Some girls they just like to tease
And other girls they aim to please
Some girls really stiffen my tongue
So spread your legs, I wanna get me some
Girls, girls, girls, girls, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some head
I like the nasty things that you do to me in bed
Girls, girls, girls, girls, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some head
I like the nasty things that you do to me in bed
G.G. Allin - Sleeping in my piss
Tekst :
Drink, puke, pass out
I fucking do it everynite
I wake up in a pool of piss
Can t control my bladder or my alcohol appetite
Sleeping in my piss
Waking up all wet
And when it s time to take a shit
It s bloody fucking red
I drink so much whiskey
It says to rinse my body
When I fall and hit the ground
I m pissing on myself again
Sleeping in my piss
Waking up all wet
And when it s time to take a shit
It s bloody fucking red
Sleeping in my piss
Waking up all wet
And when it s time to take a shit
It s bloody fucking red
OH OH
[screaming and grunting]
G.G. Allin - When i die
Tekst :
When I die put that bottle in my hand
All these years on earth, and was my only friend
When you dig a hole and gonna bury me
Put that bottle of Jim Beam to rest beside me
All my life I ve been living on the run
Hanging out in bars and hotel rooms annoying everyone
Living on the road running from coast to coast
Spending many nights in jail, like a gunman at his post
When I die, you don t have to cry
You don t have to feel no feelings inside
Never cared or had no feelings for no one
The only one I cared for was the one who made me cum
Live my life like a loner on the trail
Some of the nights in jail, I couldn t afford no bail
No one to call, no one to see me through
So I bought a gun one day and I came running after you
Living on the road, playing scumfuc rock n roll
I m on the road and I haven t got no home
Never lived nowhere long enough to call home
I m just an outlaw scumfuc, playing my rock n roll
Never had nothing that could keep me satisfied
Cept my booze and my drugs and that woman by my side
She was no woman, but she s good enough for me
She s got that cunt between her legs and that s all I need
So when I die put that bottle by my side
Bury me with ol Jim Beam and I ll be on my hell ride
When I die, when I die
Down to Hell is my final destination
When I die put that bottle by my side
It s the only friend I had in life and it kept me satisfied
Living on the run you ll never take me out alive
I bought a gun, I m leaving now
Bye-bye, bye-bye
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Siedzê na lampie i czuje
jak lampa mój but siê zrujnuje
pilnuje swojej pompy
coraz bardziej sk±py
kl±twy strasznie ujebane
serce zdeformowane
ja i mój strach, ja i mój strach
przedostatni mach
ja i mój strach, ja i mój strach
przedostatni...
There s a storm on the horizon
And for that I can t see the sun
For I ll keep a waiting on the pavement
For the ice-cream van to come
Its die hard hate to follow
And I ll not follow that
The marching people running round my head
Running round my head I don t...
Take a look into some big grey eyes and ask yourself
You wanna make em cry?
Lookin out of them it s just as well
But you re gonna live to see I m gonna ask you why
Either way you got a...
Chorus:
Poor Ellen Smith. How was she found? Shot through the heart lyin dead on the ground.
Her body was mangled and all cast around and X marks the spot where poor Ellen was found.
They picked up her body, carried it away and now...
You know what Simon Says
He tells you what to do
What if he told you to
take off all your clothes
and dance in your birthday suit
Sure it s the latest craze
We all get influenced
the little secret they don t
want you to know no no
We re only human
Seperated by our...