Top Blanks 77 Lyrics
C.B.H. Songtext
von Blanks 77
I hate your guts you cunt bitch whore
I wish that you would walk out the door
I've heard your stories and fed your lies
This thime there's no ali
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick sick of you
Your skins a shell to save your soul
But fuckin' up is your main goal
A touch of dirt, a pice of class
A schoolboy's dream, a piece of ass
Now daddy's here to pay your debts
To dry your tears you cried and wept
Your bags are packed, you're leaving fast
Outta town to the unseen class
I wish that you would walk out the door
I've heard your stories and fed your lies
This thime there's no ali
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick sick of you
Your skins a shell to save your soul
But fuckin' up is your main goal
A touch of dirt, a pice of class
A schoolboy's dream, a piece of ass
Now daddy's here to pay your debts
To dry your tears you cried and wept
Your bags are packed, you're leaving fast
Outta town to the unseen class
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Album C.B.H. (1998)
Blanks 77- 1.Long Paper
- 2.Radio Hits
- 3.Off the Wagon
- 4.We Are the Punks
- 5.Time's Up
- 6.Little Girl Blue
- 7.Car 24
- 8.I'll Be First
- 9.Girl Can't Rock & Roll
- 10.No Big Deal
- 11.Ghetto Blasta
- 12.Johnny Cool
- 13.Forgotten Son
- 14.S.O.S.
- 15.Just Another
- 16.New Orleans
- 17.C.B.H.
- 18.If You Were a Beer
Blanks 77 - C.B.H.
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