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Rudimentary Peni - The Only Child | Текст Иностранной Песни
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na I'm the only fucking child there ever was I'm the only fucking child Adulthood is hell Namby-pamby protracted childhood The only alternative
Rudimentary Peni - Beyond The Tanarian Hills | Текст Иностранной Песни
I dream a new name I don't care about nayone The herd laughed at my writing My dream writing I write no more but I still dream I write no more but I still dream Flying zigzagging
Rudimentary Peni - Rotten To The Core | Текст Иностранной Песни
Have you Realised that Rock Stars Always seem to lie so much? John Lydon once said he cared But he never really gave a fuck Said he'd use the money he made So that
Rudimentary Peni - 1/4 Dead | Текст Иностранной Песни
three quarters of the World are starving three quarters of the world are starving The rest are Dead The rest are Dead Overdosed on Insensitivity, All Varnished to
Rudimentary Peni - Him Hymn | Текст Иностранной Песни
For fifty-four years he worked hard On five foul factory flaws Boredom ranking low on his list of fears Though they say his tears they cried dry tears He's no
Rudimentary Peni - The Horrors In The Museum | Текст Иностранной Песни
A muse musing in a museum. What's the use of looking if you don't see 'em? Always just that bit behind glass, Always just that bit behind glass Fondling the master's skull,
Rudimentary Peni - The Cloud Song | Текст Иностранной Песни
The Black Cloud gathers smothers my Brain As i cry another tear in this struggle of Pain Another hurdle to clear is it all the same Is the conquest of pain my only Aim?
Rudimentary Peni - Shard | Текст Иностранной Песни
call of cthulhu as i'm recording here in this studio this shard will surely reach someone, someone who'll know but all these messages have been in vain from the little glass bottle to
Rudimentary Peni - Dream City | Текст Иностранной Песни
The weedy old spires like veins in marble The old gold domes were just ancestral homes The citadels of yore with broken bronze bells and tottering towers Shadowy staircases Spiraling like
Rudimentary Peni - Media Person | Текст Иностранной Песни
Green to feel blue? Is your vision purely golden? Is your humour black or olden? Do you find you're getting yellow? 'Though you know you're in the red dread
