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The Pox
01:28
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I got the pox
I got the pox
Even though I’m locked inside my little box
I got pox
I got pox
I have to talk to everyone through the letterbox
All I’ve left to eat is peanut butter and jam
My face looks like a spanked ham
I got the pox
I got the pox
Stay the fuck away from me, you cocks
I lost me job
What a knob
Now all I got left is a coupla bob
I’m signing on
What a con
New York State, where’s my fucking money?
I can’t even go outside
I needed a meal so I swallowed my pride
I miss working at the record shop
And my public misses their dose of pop
The pox
We got the pox
This is fucking bollocks
We got the pox
We got the pox
We’re running out of food and fucking clean socks
The pox
We got the pox
We’re the three bears and you’re Goldilocks
We got the pox
We got the pox
Put some fucking money through our letterbox
We got the pox
We got the pox
We’re gonna run out of beer, you Kants
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I Don't Have Kids
02:26
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Woke up this morning at 11am
The sound of silence is my kind of mayhem
Life is magnifique
Without the pitter patter of tiny feet
Relaxing on the couch with a lager and lime
Watching Frozen 2 for the 68th time
But that's cuz I want to
And I don't have any explaining to do
To the kids
I don't have kids
Never hear the sound of a child's laughter
Don't need the product of a morning after
I'll keep my bucks and quids
'Cuz I don't have kids
Don’t have to make friends with other mums or dads
I can still have fun with the lasses and lads
Never have to watch what I say
Get drunk as balls on some random Tuesday
Never have to pick anyone up from school
I can pour my energies into looking ice cool
That’s the way it’s always gonna be
For my next birthday I want a hysterectomy
No kids
I don’t need kids
I don’t care if the kids are all dumb
‘Cuz I'm not a dad, and I'll never be a mum
With kids
(Yeah, junior, fuck off)
I don’t need a legacy
The family line is gonna die with me
Forgive me, dad, I’m sorry, mum
That you had to give birth to such a childless bum
You had kids
Aren’t you glad you had kids?
Now you can brag to everyone
That only your kid writes songs as good as this one
I kid
I’m a wonderful kid
K-k-k-kids, K-k-k-kids
I don’t have kids
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Q-Tina and the Insiders New York, New York
NYC / London quarantine punk scum. Read their full story in the description for 'The Pox', as the 400 characters allotted here just ain't enuff.
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