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A hooligan who may or may not have an STI writes a pop-punk song about the mediocrity of his lyrics.
lyrics
I don't know what I want, I got nothing to do, I got nothing special, I got nothing fucking new
I don't know what we got, we could do each other, I don't know what I got, maybe get some syphalis
I don't know what we do, we could burn a cop car, I could do it with you, fuck up Stephen Harper
I don't know what we do, we could do our own selves, fuckin with the jesus, I don't know what I got now
and I
I don't know what you do, you could do Muhammad, I don't know what we got, we could do our own selves
I don't know what I got, spreadin' my own disease, we could do each other, I could do it if you please
and I
What I want? Nothing new, nothing to it
Kill em all with a gun, nothin' to it
Whatcha need? What I want, nothin to it
Knife em all with a gun, nothin' to it
Drown me out
Drown me out
Drown me out
Drown me out
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