Cracking songs, cracking lyrics

I wasnt sure if it was ok to admit I liked ’ Jesus to a child’ but now that you’ve made it cool - i’m out of the closet.

He gave away the ENTIRE royalties he made from it to Childline. Confidentially of course.

Take note Bono.

bono is 8 1/2 courics of pure shit

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I shouldn’t have even included him in the same post.

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of course we should criticise george for helping to launch the career of james corden in the US

Did you hear about George Michael’s latest release?

sliding down the door of a public toilet in LA ?

Yep.

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In fastlove -

In the absence of security, I made my way into the night
Stupid Cupid keeps on calling me
And I see lovin’ in his eyes.

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See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy that’s his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he’s a millionaire

Absolute belter of a tune. Is there a fairytale type controversy about it?

We gotta install microwave ovens
Customers kitchen delivereeeees
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tvs

New song with melody Gardot and Sting is a cracker

There ain’t no party like an S Club party.

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Candlelight and soul forever
A dream of you and me together
Say you believe it, say you believe it
Free your mind of doubt and danger
Be for real, don’t be a stranger
We can achieve it, we can achieve it

Fatman’s got something to sell
To the capital’s homeless
At the Crossroads Motel
For the no fixed abode-less
Where you can live life in style
If you sleep in a closet
And if you flash him a smile
He’ll take your teeth as deposit
There’s bats in the belfry
The windows are jammed
The toilet’s ain’t healthy
He don’t give a damn
Just chuckles and smiles
Laughs like a madman
A born again Rachman
Here comes Sheriff Fatman

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I can’t say that I love Jesus
That would be a hollow claim
He did make some observations
And I’m quoting them today

“Judge not lest ye be judged”
What a beautiful refrain
The studio audience disagrees
Have His lambs all gone astray?

and when the ball comes towards me
i turn and head for goal
and i stick it in the corner
like a bullet hard and low
and i dreamt it’d hold the medal
so precious in my hand
with the people all around me
and the ghosts up in the stand
then on Monday evening
we’d bring the cup back home
bonfires would be blazing
all along the road
cos me heart is in maroon and white
it’ll stick with what i know
maroon and white forever
in hailstones, rain or snow
yes maroon and white forever
that’s what i always say
maroon and white of Galway
forever and a day.

Lightning crashes
An old mother cries
Her placenta falls to the floor

The angel opens her eyes
The confusion sets in
Before the doctor can even close the door