tide a' ruith tro mo lamhan

Hallo, a chairdean, seo mo dhaintean a-rithist, chan eil mi air a bhith cur ri seo moran sna laithean a dh'fhalbh, ach an-diugh tha da dhan agam dhuibh. A bharrachd air sin, chan eil mi air a bhith ri moran, direach a' coimhead as deidh cloinne agus a' leughadh. co-dhiu

Despair is not a thing
That I feel too often
I'm really not despondent
Or inhaling in the oven
So why worry, the world will fail
To kill everyone it hates
If we kill the ruling class
Well, we won't be inchoate
Cheesy beckoning from the sleaze
The government mixed with sex
All the cute apparatchiks
Say, let's suck and burn our necks
Pleasure of the boaby kind
Is sometimes rather hard to find
But only if you're dribbling
Will monkey wrenching, wriggling
Seem unpleasant and obtuse
I wrangle with my matron
And wax the wiggly noose

Agus a-nis fear eile

Velar fricatives kick ass
If only in a sexy way
If I were a two-pronged floozy
Hooray I'd shout, hooray
Blundering brings us near perfection
Sigmund Freud's a cock
A man who does nothing but waddle
Around his papal dock
So lordy god does not exist
And jesus never died
Karl Marx was no socialist
And Hitler told some lies
So bringing us to the point in question
Why should we believe in you
This government of all affection
The State and all you do
Authority is a pointless muddle
Babies have more fun in jail
If I met a saint again
I'd reach quickly for some nails
So lady let's resolve your quibble
I am a man and not a fridge
If you lie with me tonight
I'll fall over that ridge
You see upon the toadstool
So small my teeth are dead
If anything fills my days with sex
It's laughing at the neds