Boo Hoo Songtext
von Ecid
Boo Hoo Songtext
They′re burning up villages in Libya
While we bitch about sitting on a city bus
Silly fucks, live it up, one less bill to divvy up
Insurgents versus peace sign insignias
Read the stats sheet, conceived with hippie love
Sticky-licky, lucky lolly, amphibian lungs
The modern-day high is at least sixty bucks
Too much purple in your pissy cup
Pin the tail on the pinstriped donkey-dick simian mutt
Now you're stuck with an implant, your fibia
Gimme gimme liberty, don′t get lippy, schmuck
No pity for idiot pups
There she goes, drunk again, everybody clap for Lydia
Singin' Like a Virgin karaoke at a shitty pub
We all chase our tails, then blame our shadows
Dizzying us, pimpin' our lineage up
Ooh ooh, you don′t fucking get it
You just don′t get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
Ooh ooh, you don′t fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don′t fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
You wanna change, but your wardrobe's limited
You tied the knot, then ate up all the red-robe licorice
We dip our feet in the deep end for dividends
Swimmin′ in over our heads, just for the primitive
I'm a sucker too, I'm that dude buying the sneakers
To match the freebie t-shirt he got at the
D.B. Sweeney double feature last Easter
In ′01, I had a cell phone, a two-way, and a beeper
Don′t believe me, ask a legion of weed-freak tweakers
I need to air it out like a free-fallin' streaker
Going Bob Seger on a prefab skeezer
Waitin′ for the pool boy to get the V's out the freezer
I don′t answer when you call now, wonder why?
I see your true colors now, and I'm color blind
Not callin′ out names, maybe some other time
No angels here, just three upside down number nines
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don′t fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
Ooh ooh, you don′t fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don′t fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
While we bitch about sitting on a city bus
Silly fucks, live it up, one less bill to divvy up
Insurgents versus peace sign insignias
Read the stats sheet, conceived with hippie love
Sticky-licky, lucky lolly, amphibian lungs
The modern-day high is at least sixty bucks
Too much purple in your pissy cup
Pin the tail on the pinstriped donkey-dick simian mutt
Now you're stuck with an implant, your fibia
Gimme gimme liberty, don′t get lippy, schmuck
No pity for idiot pups
There she goes, drunk again, everybody clap for Lydia
Singin' Like a Virgin karaoke at a shitty pub
We all chase our tails, then blame our shadows
Dizzying us, pimpin' our lineage up
Ooh ooh, you don′t fucking get it
You just don′t get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
Ooh ooh, you don′t fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don′t fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
You wanna change, but your wardrobe's limited
You tied the knot, then ate up all the red-robe licorice
We dip our feet in the deep end for dividends
Swimmin′ in over our heads, just for the primitive
I'm a sucker too, I'm that dude buying the sneakers
To match the freebie t-shirt he got at the
D.B. Sweeney double feature last Easter
In ′01, I had a cell phone, a two-way, and a beeper
Don′t believe me, ask a legion of weed-freak tweakers
I need to air it out like a free-fallin' streaker
Going Bob Seger on a prefab skeezer
Waitin′ for the pool boy to get the V's out the freezer
I don′t answer when you call now, wonder why?
I see your true colors now, and I'm color blind
Not callin′ out names, maybe some other time
No angels here, just three upside down number nines
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don′t fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
Ooh ooh, you don′t fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don′t fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
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