Maniaq

My god sits in the back of the limousine
My god comes in a wrapper of cellophane
My god pouts on the cover of the magazine
My god is a shallow little bitch trying to make a scene

I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype
I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right
I'll be there for you as long as it works for me
I play a game it's called insincerity

Starfuckers
Starfuckers
Starfuckers, Inc.
Starfuckers

I am every fucking thing and just a little more
I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore
And when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste
It's really not so bad you know once you get past the
Taste, yeah (asskisser)

Starfuckers
Starfuckers
Starfuckers, Inc.
Starfuckers

Sarfuckers
Sarfuckers
Sarfuckers, Inc.
Sarfuckers

All our pain
How did you think we'd get by without you?
You're so vain, I bet you think this song is about you
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?

Now I belong, i'm one of the chosen ones
Now I belong, i'm one of the beautiful ones

Faceta bolal lokiec. Poszedl do lekarza ale lekarz kazal mu tylko przyniesc mocz do analizy. Gosc sie wnerwil i do butelki wlal mocz zony, corki, swoj i dodal jeszcze oleju silnikowego. Zaniosl lekarzowi i po dwoch dniach przyszedl po diagnoze. A brzmiala ona nastepujaco:
- Corka jest w ciazy, zona ma kochanka, olej w panskim samochodzie nadaje sie tylko do wymiany a pan niech przestanie walic konia w wannie to nie bedzie pana bolal lokiec...

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