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Up up up and down
Turn turn turnaround
Round round roundabout
And over again
Gun gun son of a gun
You are the only one
Makes any difference what I say

The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away

We would swoop down on the town,
Kill everyone that wasn't beautiful.

And I don't want ya, and I don't need ya,
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat ya,
It's not your fault that you're always wrong,
The weak ones are there, justify the strong,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
It's all relative to the size of your steeple,
You can't see the forest, for the trees,
You can't smell
your own shit on your knees!

There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherf**ker that's in your way!

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean.

ahhhhhhhhh.....ahhhhhhhhh

The worms will live, in every host,
It's hard to pick which one they'll eat the most

The horrible people, the horrible people,
It's all atomic as the size of your steeple,
Capitalism, has made it this way,

Old-Fashioned fascism will take it away.

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean.

There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherf**ker that's in your way!

The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people!

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean,

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, or something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
You live with apes man, it's hard to be clean,

The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people,
The beautiful people, the beautiful people.

Minä haluan sinut tänne
Missä poliisi on ystävämme
Ja ne sanoo sinä et ole yksin
Ja ne sanoo ja ne sanoo niin
Piiskaa hei beibi anna mulle
Piiskaa hei beibi anna mulle
Piiskaa hei beibi teethän mulle niin
Sitä samaa minun radio soittaa
Kuinka lopultakin elämä voittaa
Jane sanoo sinä olet kauhein
Ja ne sanoo ja ne sanoo niin
Piiskaa hei beibi anna mulle
Piiskaa hei beibi anna mulle
Piiskaa hei beibi teethän mulle niin
Ei oven takana sinua odota
Iloinen ystävä kädessään kukkia
Ei oven takana sinua odota
Lämmintä syliä ilman nauloja

I'm the son or rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my
Sins in hell as far as I can tell
At least the ones I've gotten away with

And thereÂ’s nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room on my private womb
While the moms and Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
The alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
Doing someone elseÂ’s cocaine

And thereÂ’s nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of make believe
That don't believe in me


At the center of the earth in the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyoneÂ’s heart doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much but it only confirmed
That the center of the earth is the end of the world
And I could really care less

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care


I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care


I don't care

EveryoneÂ’s so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia

Land of make believe
And they don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And they don't believe
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care!


Dearly beloved are you listening
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed
The space that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy can you please fill the void
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobodies perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse


To live, and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe

And I leave behind
This hurricane of f**king lies

I lost my friend to this
This town that don't exist
So I run, I run away
The lies of massacres

And I leave behind
This hurricane of f**king lies
And I walked this line
A million and one f**king times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame I won't apologise
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when youÂ’ve been victimised
Tales from another broken
Home
YouÂ’re leaving
YouÂ’re leaving
YouÂ’re leaving
YouÂ’re leaving home!

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> Tyttö: Mikä on vialla?
> Poika: Pidän hänestä niin paljon...
> Tyttö: Puhu hänelle!
>
> Poika: Enpä tiedä, hän ei edes pidä minusta.
> Tyttö: Älä sano noin. Olet uskomaton.
> Poika: Haluan vain hänen tietävän kuinka tunnen.
> Tyttö: Sitten kerro hänelle.
> Poika: Minäkö?
> Tyttö: Odotas, kenestä sinä pidät?
> Poika: Hän ei pidä minusta...
> Tyttö: Kuinka sinä voit tietää sen?
> Poika: Minä vain voin.
> Tyttö: No kerro hänelle.
> Poika: Mitä minun pitäisi sanoa?
> Tyttö: Kerro hänelle miten paljon hänestä tykkäät!
> Poika: Minä kerron sen päivittäin.
> Tyttö: Mitä sinä tarkoitat?
> Poika: Olen aina hänen kanssaan. Rakastan häntä.
> Tyttö: Tiedän mitä tunnet. Minulla on sama ongelma. Mutta hän ei ikinä tykkäisi minusta.
> Poika: Voi, hänkään ei tykkää minusta.
> Tyttö: Kyllä tykkää.
> Poika: Mistä sinä tiedät...?
> Tyttö: Kuka sinusta nyt ei tykkäisi?
> Poika: Sinä.
> Tyttö: Olet väärässä, rakastan sinua.
> Poika: Rakastan sinua myös.
> Tyttö: Joten aiotko mennä puhumaan hänelle?
> Poika: Juurihan minä puhuin.
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