Give me a gun!

Give me a gun cause bombs and guns are really fun
I've lost my job, my moneys gone, I live like a slob
I've got no home, only streets to roam, live so alone
I'm barely alive, I feed on cats to survive

My wife left me my kids are dead
All this guilt is in my head
I can't go on living like this
I wish that I was dead, I wish

Give me a gun, I'll kill a nun, just wait and see
Give me a gun, I'll shoot a cop to be on TV
Nothing could be more fun than a shooting spree
Once again I find myself back on TV

Guns are fun so much neato fun fun fun
Better run, I got a gun
Come on down and join the fun, whoopie

Food for thought

I just want to eat some pills
Little ones, big ones get my fill
Don't matter what kind cause I'll be buying them
Up or down, I rely on them

Little red ones
Quaaludes
And the beauties
I gotta get gotta gotta get gotta gonna get some pills

I just wanna eat pills, kill the pain
Makes me smart, speeds up my brain
Kids at school lining up and buying them
Day or night, I'll be selling them

Little cross tops
Pink hearts
And vicodin
I gotta get gotta gotta get gotta gonna get some pills

Garbage, a perfect example of uninteresting poetry

Real life was never like this
The door opened as I fell through
Minds of man like piss
Learning is a thing of the past
The door has opened and closed
I'm locked inside this outside world
Why the fuck, no one knows
Why the fuck am I trapped like this?

World of forgotten minds
Living on parallel lines
Forgotten people of the past
In the human race, I came out last

I've been left behind
Left behind with human kind
I want to go away
I'm with these people every day

Human kind was left behind
And I don't want to be here
Human kind was left behind
And I don't want to be here

World of forgotten minds
Living on parallel lines
Forgotten people of the past
In the human race, I came out last

Up your bum

Worked all day go out get a pint tonight
The mods show up on Camden, gonna be a fight
Oppression from society on my back, Maggie you'll see
Got no worries cause I got no quid in a neighborhood full of unfriendly faces

Oi oi oi
Oi oi oi
'Cause I gotta believe
Oi oi oi
Somethings gotta change, this just ain't right

Ride the tube to the end of the line
I got no job, just plenty of time
Call me a wanker, call me a bum
I'm on the dole, got time for fun

Don't care about time, we've got Big Ben
Toying with bobbies, gobbing on them
I'm flat broke, have you got 10p?
Fuck the system, give me anarchy

Oi oi oi
Oi oi oi
Cause I gotta believe
Oi oi oi
Somethings gotta change, this just ain't right

Society
Don't blame me
Oi oi oi
Oi oi oi
Cause I gotta believe
Oi oi oi!

Writer : IVEY, ARTIS L., JR. / GRUSIN, DAVE / BROWNE, THOMAS FREDRICK / SMITH, THOMASSINA / BUNCH, SEKOU / SEAR, ADRIAN / ADAMS, PATRICK / COOPER, SANDRA
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.