Lyrics of Toxic bore

Coma Beach

pochette album Toxic bore
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I don't like to brush
My teeth with your hair
You're causing me caries
I think this is not very fair
You've been calling me names
And playing cruel games
Whatever i do it seems
That you do not care

Oh, what a mess
But you want it none the less
Oh, what a shock
Better take a walk around the block
Oh, what a sight
A maniac in his satellite
Oh, what a taste
As funny as that of toxic waste

Now you're showing this lust
For burying things
Extremely annoyed
When only the telephone rings
You've been sulking all day
So what could i say?
So sorry that you're not among
The world's greatest kings?

Oh, what a mess
But you want it none the less
Oh, what a shock
Better take a walk around the block
Oh, what a sight
A maniac in his satellite
Oh, what a taste
As funny as that of toxic waste

Sitting alone in your armchair
Watching the screen
Still brooding over your lame life
And what might have been
You've been drinking your share
And pretend you don't care
Unwilling to speak
'cause everyone's really so mean

Oh, what a mess
But you want it none the less
Oh, what a shock
Better take a walk around the block
Oh, what a sight
A maniac in his satellite
Oh, what a taste
As funny as that of toxic waste

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