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' minä olen alamäen mikko'
kiitos Jimmy-Andrew,hoen tota varmasti koko huomisen >DDD

btw tein äsken pirtelöö.
se oli vitun pahaa.

John Simon Ritchie, 10. toukokuuta 1957 Lontoo – 2. helmikuuta 1979 New York

What's the difference between you and me?
I do what I want, and you do what you're told
So listen up and shut the hell up
It's no big deal
And I'll see you in hell.

Your rise and fall
Back up against the wall
What goes around is coming back and haunting you
It's time to quit
Cause you ain't worth the shit
Under my shoes or the piss on the ground

No one loves you and you know it
Don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care
Cause now I wouldn't lie or tell you all the things you want
to hear.
Cause I hate you

I heard your sick
Sucked on that cancer stick
A throbbing tumor and a radiation high
Shit out of luck
And now your time is up
It brings me pleasure just to know you're going to die

Dickhead, Fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking, asshole,
dirty twat, waste of semen, I hope you die HEY

For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life

KATTOKAA KOKONAAAN

"no" is a dirty word,
Never gonna say it first,
"no" is just a thought that never crosses my mind.
Maybe in the parking lot,
Better bring your friend along,
Better all together than just one at a time.

S is for the simple need.
E is for the ecstasy.
X is just to mark the spot,
Because that's the one you really want.
(yes!) sex is always the answer, it's never a question,
'cause the answer's yes, oh the answers (yes)
Not just a suggestion, if you ask the question,
Then it's always yes, yeah!

I'm loving what you wanna wear,
I wonder what's up under there?
Wonder if I'll ever have it under my tongue?
I love to try to set you free,
I love you all over me.
Love to hear the sound you make the second you're done

Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrite
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
That don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care!