letra de grow up - mustard plug
when i was just a little boy, i’d sit around all day. thinking about
the future to p-ss the time of day. with my friends sittin’ laughin’,
they would mainly laugh at me, because i was always different, it was
all so plain to see. didn’t want to be a fireman, a cowboy, or a cop.
i
was always different like a sore thumb i stuck out. because even in
my dreams i won’t pretend to age, i knew a life of normacy was nothing
but a cage.
when i grow up, i don’t want to be like you!
to be a barbarian would be a lot of fun. sit around, eat raw meat in
the mid day sun. i’d dance around the fire, like a madman i would
yell, i’d smell a bit i’d fart a lot, i’d cut cl-ss and i’d belch. i’d
sack the roman empire and do with a grin. i’d set the cities all
ablaze… do it on a whim. and people would shriek as i was coming into
town, because i’d bring my minotaur to help me fry it down.
when i grow up, i want something fun to do. i don’t know much, but
this much i know is true.when life is short, i
don’t want to be like
you!
when i grow up i think i want to be white trash living in a trailer
park and sitting on my -ss. i’d beat my wife, i’d kiss my kiss, i’d
p-ss out in the lawn. i’d steal my brewskies from my mom and often
kick my dog. i’d go to work an hour later, b-tch about my boss.
and every friday night i think i’d bowl a round or two, because
standing watching monster trucks is just the thing to do!
when i grow up, i want something fun to do. i don’t know much, but
this much i know is true.when life is short, i
don’
t want to be like
you!
letras aleatórias
- letra de pensando en ti - cosculluela
- letra de o que é, o que é? - revelação
- letra de out the ghetto - baby a.k.a birdman
- letra de maria juana - 3xqu4tro
- letra de um filho teu não foge a luta - macondo
- letra de there's something very wrong with us, so let's go out tonight - electric six
- letra de vision - clinton fearon
- letra de armadilha - mayck e lyan
- letra de avoante - irah caldeira
- letra de será que eu sou (part. chitãozinho e xororó) - joão bosco e vinícius