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My Goth style song based on the Deranged DALEKS from Dr Who.	We are the DALEKS We are the superior beings And we EXTERMINATE Built by Davros On the planet Skaro And we EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE We just EXTERMINATE We hate The Doctor He is our enemy We must EXTERMINATE CHORUS CHORUS Hey just EXTERMINATE
A wee Cypress Hill style song about naughty things	Got some shit for smokin, ah'd better get tokin' Not gonna stop till ma mind is broken Put it in a Bong or a Spliff so long It's ma sustinence delivery module It's Got no seeds, no twigs, no nodules Just pure leaf(a), in ma Reefa The only shit that i got need for Light it up take a big long suck Wait for ma mind tae get blawn tae fuck. Come into the realm of the Grim Grim Reefa Grim Grim Reefa, Grim Grim Reefa A little bit Skunky, a little bit Funky Numbs ma mind gives me a mega dose of Munchies Got some hash in ma stash Nigga watch that ash It's chock full of rocks and ya clothes they can scorch Burn it to begin then crumble it in just don't think what the shit is cut with Cos it sure as fuck aint what you wanna fill yo lungs with Golden brown from London town Take a big hit then we fall down Light it up style when you feel that need cos it doesn't really matter if it's resin or weed Chorus Got ma Rizla's rollin Seeds a growin gonna have me some of that fraction action In a state on an eighth but i took a quarter perhaps i toked more than i aught ter I think i need a drink of water aw mah legs don't work ah what a cunt I thionk i'll roll a nice fat blunt I'm twisted noone gives a fuck and me neither high when i die still holdin the grim reefer
A severe dig at my former employers, Viasystems who shut down the factory where i worked for no good reason whatsoever, rant rant. In the form of a happily ficticious account of a son finding the dead body of his father who worked at the plant along with his wife who kills himself after finding out that the pair of them were to be made redundant,	In 1998 little Timmy came home and found his Daddy Dead On the table were 3 things An empty bottle of pills A bottle of red label SMIRNOFF And a letter The letter didn't say very much to Timmy P45 didn't mean much to him But what it said to his Daddy's eyes was the thing that made him Die Season's greetings, from Planet America x 4 Termination of employment longstanding A white envelope on the landing Redundancy cheque is a joke Bus journey home and he's broke What does he tell his kids ? What does he tell the wife ? She goes on shift tonight What you are witnessing is the American dream A woman's scream Chorus It's very simple the corporate game You fill up your pockets with capital gains Buy up businesses in foreign nations Take the government handouts for job creations Ah here comes the clever bit, you treat all the people like shit for it is you and you alone that must prosper survival of the sickest God bless you America Chorus Jim and Bob, they did a good job They made pots of money, they're fuckin loaded Look up to them kids for they are successes They are to be admired They are to be emulated they are to what you must aspire They are cheats, they are cheap little liars They are SCUM they are VERMIN they are TRASH Hallelujah ! chorus Timmy's daddy is an example of what can happen If you stand in the way of the American dream He is weak he is a failure he made so many mistakes in his life but it's over now He didn't make lots of money, he didn't rise to the top and the poor little bugger worked for oor Jim and Bob At the factory they bought and then flushed down the bogs just in time for Christmas Chorus And they all slept warm inn their beds that night Clinton (with monica) and of Course Jim and Bob And the Geordies at ISL thinking they're safe with an order book full of Timmy's Dad's work Little knowing that the sale of their plant is right now the subject of the dreams of Jim and Bob And what does little Timmy dream of ? he dreams of the look of despair in his Daddy's dead eyes. Chorus Fade to black
This is a cheerful little ditty based on a real incident (blown out of all proportion i might add), In a bit of footballer high jinks, a pile of newspapers were placed outside the Door of Scotland Striker Ally McCoist of Glasgow Rangers (Now Kilmarnock) whilst on Scotland Duty which were then set on fire. Jimski EEE and I resolved to write a song about someone trying to burn Ally but Jim let the matter slip and it was left to me to come up with this.	Andy Roxburgh's bedroom it's about 3am and our coach is roused by commotion outside fetch some water then call a doctor the boss'll no be pleased Andy Goram wheezed what's a this then what's the ba' game ? he roared to the crowd through a smoky shroud Alex Cameron wi his pyjamas on ahm missin a scoop cmon lets have a look deep in the night burning bright a fire on the floor outside Ally's door they wouldn't have believed it if they'd has a choice someone tried to burn Ally McCoist find a witness somebody did this it certainly wisnt me so who could it be who'd the motive and the explosives Roxy mused until he was confused Tommy Boyd he was very annoyed with Collins and McStay innocence they claimed why would the celts hit below the belt and put the major scares on the king of the Gers chorus Maryhill Glasgow major fiasco Chief inspector Taggart lookin hellish haggard packs his case the mans on the case and Jardines comin too cos he's nothin else to do right then Michael we'll complete the cycle puth the guilty ones in jail by followin their trail so the heroes from the polis asked Dundee Uniteds Maurice but he said he wisnae there so they had to look elsewhere chorus Brian McClair said he wisnae sure but honest tae goodness it looked like Graeme Souness ! Stewart McKimmie claimed Eoin Jess was wi me and Stuart McCall heard nothin at all they asked Dougie Donnelly and even Billy Connolly and Derek Whyte couldn't shed any light with their hopes a fadin they consulted Roy Aitken and said who could it be and he said Gerry McNee chorus