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Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon.
You turn and face the strange
You turn and face yourself
I'll bury you in your god's fucked garden
the game is the game
uuuu aaaa aaaa uuuu
(ξύπνησα με τον πρώτο στίχο και την αταστογραμμή στο μυαλό)
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John Cleese: Political Correctness Can Lead to an Orwellian Nightmare
Κι εδώ τελειώνει η φάση.
Ρε μαλάκα, Έλεος.
Η πλάκα είναι ότι δεν πίνω.
Πριν πάμπολλα χρόνια, από μια συλλογή του hammer.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.
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