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letra de what a guy - popes of chillitown

his chin never stopped moving
his face was like custard
his expression disapproving
like a cat tasting mustard
and his face was far too much for me to take out on that one hot day with the sun staring in my eyes

what a c-nt he’s become
what a c-nt
seen his ugly mug down the pub and he’s your self-proclaimed overlord
destroying everyone and anything you’ve ever loved

we all know no-ones perfect
it’s a waste of time when these lies infiltrate and occupy every single last crevice of the maze that is your mind

his face made a pretty picture
if you like horror movies
i’m not a fan of science fiction
i prefer punch and judy

we all know no-ones perfect
it’s a waste of time when these lies infiltrate and occupy every single last crevice of your mind
we all know no one’s perfect
it’s a waste of time when these lies infiltrate and occupy every never ending crevice of the dark amazing place that is your mind

i’m a serious recidivist but i must protest my innocence in this specific instance it’s the system and i’m sick of this
and i’m trying to explain to a jury of my equals that i’m sure that i’m not evil, at least not by design anyway
and any bad choices that i made were never really mine to make nothing in life was ever really my mistake
allow me to re-aliterate, in an attempt to set the record straight
you see i came to life a little late
i only seek to obliterate, obfuscate and confiscate almost everything that you hate
tell me that im too late…

happiness was an illusion
we never stopped moving
when we stopped to catch our breath we found ourselves behind

- popes of chillitown

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