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.. width="425" height="350" ..LOVE MY LITTLE babby BBABE::::love you foreever BABE TTTTTTTTTTTTTHALILA... aka THE killer...LOVEME TWO TIMES.
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Nobody knows, I know nobody cares what goes on in here, We have this door, Nobody gets in until I'm really sure, Don't creep up behind me, You know where to find me I'm always around, Turns out if you need us, before you lead us astrayDon't care who we meet, We're orphans here on Easy Street and we feel real mean, Cruising on speed, We've got more than we'll ever need, ain't life sweet? We won't turn your pay down, City Kids don't lay down, we don't call so, Better get some more of that, City Kids we don't give that to you, oh noBombs go off at night, Searing heat, blinding light, you like it fine, Park the car and run, Dance all night, it was for fun, we're nasty, hahahaha! Why do we do it, No-one can get through it we know where to run, You hear what we're saying, Time that you were praying 'cos, City Kids time, won't be long,Won't be long, no it won't be long!6. The WatcherWe are looking in on you now, What do you think you can do now, It's very small from way out here, The last thing you will feel is fear, Give you a chance to do the right thing, Give you a chance to do the bright thing, Now our sense is all disgusted, Where you're from you can't be trusted,Where I come from no-one smiles, Every inch exists in miles, Still it's cool relaxed and calm, Sitting here on the Funny Farm,World in prison screams in pain, There are no leaders you can blame, Human greed destroys your sphere, And there's no room for you out here, You're on your own now.7. Leaving HereHey, fellows have you heard the news, The women in this town are being misused, Seen it all in a dream last night, You'll be leaving this town 'cause you don't feel right, 'Cos I'm Leaving, Leaving HereHey fellows, better change your ways, Or they'll be leaving this town in a matter of days, They all say, and everything's so true, We fellows run around with someone new, 'Cos I'm Leaving, Leaving Here,Yeah, one by one, yeah two by two, Yeah three by three, yeah four by fourHey fellows, better change your ways, Or they'll be leaving this town in a matter of days, One day, one day and it won't be long, And all them fine chicks will be gone, 'Cos I'm Leaving, Leaving Here,Yeah two by two, yeah four by four, Oh yeah, I'm Leaving Here8. Lost JohnnyYou only get a single chance The rules are very plain, The truth is well concealed inside The details of the game, You can hear it coming, You can see it from afar, It's pale and it glimmers Like a faded movie starAnd out there in the castle, They're trying to make her scream, By sticking thumb tacks in her flesh And cancelling her dreams Can you find the Valium, Can you bring them soon, Lost Johnny's out there, Baying at the moonThe time has come for you to choose, You'd better get it right, Smiling girls with sharp white teeth Are waiting in the night, But you want to really get some, It surely can't be hard, There's always trouble lurking When you leave your own backyardUnderneath the city, The alligators sing, Of how the fool he cannot dance, Since someone cuts the strings, Can you find the morphine, Try to be so brief, Lost Johnny's out there, Looking for reliefThat laddie looks so evil, And you know he really tries, But every time he makes a play, That vital number dies, And Sally buys her underwear, From a store where no-one goes, She makes it big in photographs, On the strength of what she shows,And here inside the waiting room, The radio still screams, And we're shooting children, To murder all young things, Can you find your credit card, For god's sake make it quick, Lost Johnny's out there, Trying to turn a trick9. FoolsThis is a song for all you managers and agents out there. Are ya listening? Good!They take your money, break your soul, They say it's only rock 'n' roll, They think they're cool to wheel and deal, Without a thought to how we feel, They pick you up and drop you flat, Then tell you life can be like that, You blew it all the day you signed, Your stupid name on some dotted line, We hate the men, who make the rules, The ones who always try so hard to make us look like Fools!They say we need them it ain't true, The music's down to me and you, We play their games, play real nice, We gotta hear their dumb advice We hate the men, who make the rules, The ones who always try so hard to make us look like Fools!So many lies, they get confused, You start to feel you're being used, If ten percent is all they take, What happens to all the bread you make? Every day it gets a little harder, Just to keep on keeping on, Do we really need all this bullshit, So long now all the thrill has gone, We hate the men, who make the rules, The ones who always try so hard to make us look like Fools!It's so hard to make us look like you!