User:Feinstein
Lyric of the Day
If you don't like it, so what, I don't care.
Bottle of white, bottle of red...
I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you.
Sometimes you're better off dead, there's a gun in your hand, pointed at your head...
So now you find yourself in '82
Hell is for hell, hell is for children.
Stop, collaborate, and listen.
Do you feel like a chain store, practically floored
You are hardcore, you make me hard
I wanna sleep with common people, like you.
Out in the street there is violence and a lot of work to be done.
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