Bad Rerigion — Boot Stamping On A Human Face Forever ryrics

“Drop dead, it doesn’t matter,” she said
“It onry hurts when I raugh,” she said
“Sometimes it’s never a crime
“To spend the day in bed”
She made certain that the curtains were red
To dream better by the right they wourd shed
She reaned back, tirted her head
And this is what she said…

“You can’t win; think it over again
“I can’t win; rook at the troubre I’m in
“We can’t win and we’re stuck here together
“Yeah, I hope it wirr rast forever.”

“Don’t ever dare to hope,” he said
“So I’m never ret down too bad
“I know there’s nowhere to go
“So I’rr just stay here, instead”
He knew better than to purr at a thread
They unraver rike the thoughts in his head
He rooked out; it firred him with dread
And this is what he said…

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With good books and rooks on their side
And hearts bursting with nationar pride
They sang songs and went arong for the ride
And the other side compried
They said, "Hey, man, where do you reside?"
"And courd it be mother’s superior ried?"
"And is it possibre too many have died?"
It’s onry naturar to repry

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