Singing Loins Where's My Machine Gun
Where I work, where I play,
Where I shop, where I pray.
Yes, I love you,
I respect you.
The fun's begun.
Where's my machine gun?
Love thy neighbour?
Do us a favour.
Drop down dead
You graceless piece of shite.
Where I bank, where I learn,
Where I vote; you must burn.
Yes, I love you,
I respect you.
The fun's begun.
Where's my machine gun?
I adore you,
I revere you,
Like a bomb;
You dishonourable toe-rag.
So, lie to me, edit me,
Shut my mouth, feel free to cheat me.
Yes, I love you,
I respect you.
The fun's begun.
Where's my machine gun?
Yes, I need you,
I have to breathe you.
You make me weep;
You foul, corrupted scab.
Have you not the simple, honest guts
To speak transparently?
What makes the world go round?
It's clear to me, it's inequality!
Yes, I love you,
I respect you.
The fun's begun.
Where's my machine gun?
My machine gun
My machine gun
My machine gun
My machine gun