Simon’s song

“ I love those little pop-tart’s, I see them bought and sold.
Those poor pimped out kiddie’s, being told that shit is gold.
Sign this piece of paper, sign your life away,
You’ll see them on the streets, by the very next day.”

It’s blood sweat & tears,
In Simons song
“My blood, my sweat, your tears”

“If it’s too good to be true, then it’s bullshit”
Just know that, It’s me that owns your ass,
And you cunt’s ‘ain’t gon’na last”
Coz I just pimped yo’.

It’s blood sweat & tears,
In Simons song
“My blood, my sweat, your tears”

“If I had a heart, I guess it would be bleeding,
Hay, ho, ho, hum, bring in the next 1
I get what, you pay for,
And you came cheap, dirt’y cheap.”

“I’ve heard how you sing, it makes wan’t a cry,
They should starve you of oxygen, and wait for you to die
So bring on the one, that cheap’n’nasty whore
I’ll tell her that she’s useless, and kick her out the door”

It’s blood sweat & tears,
In Simons song
“My blood, my sweat, your tears”

“As you know, it’s only TV, fame for you = cash 4 me
If it sounds too, to good to be true
Then you’ve all been lied to”.

It’s blood sweat & queer’s
In Simons song
“My blood, my sweat, and your all QUEERS
GOOD BYE, GOOD NIGHT AAAAAAAAANNND FUCK OOOOOOOOOFFFFF”


©Thursday, 23 July 2009 Alex Kyriacou