• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• So What - Cure
• Sad I Cry - Human Drama
• S.T.D. - Necro
• Sweet Carrie - Dailey & Vincent

Cake icing and decorating set
Special offer
Only 3 pound 30
Save 1 pound 52 on recommended retail price
Give your cakes and pies a professional look
With this superb
Decorating set
I'm not meant to be here
But so what?
And nobody's
Nobody's taken your place
Nobody's taken your place
Each set includes
A turntable
A nine inch icing bag
With six high definition nozzles and adaptor
With a fifteen inch food decorating bag
With three piping nozzles
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And if you knew
Nothing could replace you
If you were sane
Your heart wouldn't ache
But so what?
So what?
So what?
Order now
Allow twenty one days
For deliver
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31st December 1979
British sugar bureau
When I told you what I
And I
And I wouldn't ask you to pretend
That we were one
And still another time
Forget all the lies forgive me the wounds
And all the world was used to love
And yes we'd still be happy in another time
But so what?
So what?
So please send me icing and decorating sets
I enclose a cheque and postal order number
So what?

Are these the roses of which you speak
Where you stop everyday to scheme
Of what color you will paint tomorrow
On the canvas hung today
For i am a dreamer who fears never living his dream
And what i wouldn’t give
For just one embrace
I picture it now
And melt away
Sad i cry
Is that the sunset that moved you to tears
The colors they strike you so deep
It has risen on me every day of my life
But could never set without you
You are on a ship that is sailing
As i yell from the dock, “come back”
For without the nerve to chance the storm
We can never sail into the sun
Sad i cry
I am sad for my love for the painting
I can have but can never create
How the most vivid red orange sunset
Can only be color to me
I cry for my arms surround nothing
We only hold what we are
The dreamer will dream
The ship it will sail without him into
The sunset again

I was walking in the park, in the noon
When I saw her, she was beautiful
Like a flower in the summer, what a bummer
I wish I could talk to her, I got my nerve up
And then I started to walk to her
I said, ";hello";, she said, ";hi";
I said, ";You're so beautiful, won't you be mine?";
She was beautiful, she was beautiful
She was beautiful, oh she was beautiful
Now we're in my house, I took the pants off the wench
The fuckin' bitch had syphilis, I cracked her in the face with a wrench
Now she's on the floor, like a dirty whore, reaching for the door
I bashed her in the face some more, you fuckin' cunt
I'll teach you to disease people
She laughed at me and said, ";Yo, their ain't no skeez equal, to me";
Fantasia taught me everything, I'm a pro
I told her, ";You won't blow no more";
She tried to get live, I tied her up, I put eight condoms on my dick
Attach razors to it, and slide right up and rip the crabs out the crack
Lubricate my cock with strychnine, just in case gonorrhea attacks
This bitch giggled as I snuffed her
She said, ";You can find me everywhere, my name is STD, I'll be your lover";
I went to Rome and got some Roman armor and some blacksmiths
Gave 'em rubber and make something elastic
A metal condom for my cock, now STD is beaten for now but she'll be back up
Just a little fuckin' warning, for all you fuckin' sluts
That try to be fuckin' look beautiful, but deep down
You got a fuckin' stinkbox, a nasty stinkbox
Don't do it, don't do it
If you look beautiful, be beautiful everywhere
Don't be dirty under there
Cause this is two-thirds of the schizo, and shit could get evil like the beat

Hard work, low pay, tired aching back
Earning by the sweat on my brow
12 full hours in this manmade hole
Doin’ what they taught me how
Chorus
I’m a spike drivin’ railway son-of-a-gun
Working on the southern line
14 miles through this mountain side
Working with sweet Carrie on my mind
The boss man’s mean he’s full of hate
Livin’ on the workers sweat
The steaks he eats keeps him good and fat
Soup beans is all we get
Chorus
From daylight to dark we work in the tunnel
Scared of a bad cave-in
Ain’t got enough eat to or money to buy with
No insurance for our kin