What They Call Me
Hal Kemp
Hands across the table,
While the lights are low,
Tho’ you hush your lips,
Your finger tips
Tell me all I want to know.
Hands across the table,
Meet so tenderly,
And they say,
In their little way,
That you belong to me.
From: Lynncw@aol.com
People Are Dickheads
I don't give a fuck about the MrK,
I don't give a fuck about the MrH,
I don't give a fuck about the MrE,
I don't give a fuck about the government,
Cause I wanna be in anarchy,
Anarchy, Anarchy,
War against society,
Anarchy, Anarchy,
War against society,
I don't give a fuck bout political views,
All they fucking tell us is what we can't do,
Talking about their petty fucking laws,
I know what goes on behind those doors,
All they wanna do is take control,
But anarchy is my control,
Anarchy, Anarchy,
War against society,
Anarchy, Anarchy,
War against society,
I am the Lizard King, i can do everything