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Meaning "Windchimes Are Gay!" by Anal Cunt presents a challenging interpretative endeavor due to its extremely concise nature. The title and lyrics are one and the same, a single declarative sentence, which can be interpreted both literally and metaphorically. I Like It When You Die by Anal Cunt Locking Drop Dead In McDonalds Lyrics Sucks Lyrics A Conversation With Howard Wulkan Lyrics Art Fag Lyrics Bald to the Bone Lyrics Ballad of Baldness Lyrics.

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Sunday 20 April No one's at the firehouse When the city's burnin' down No one meets me at the airport To drive me downtown There's not too many things That I like in this world But I like cars I like bars And I like girls. Thursday 20 February Don't take your lurex to the laundromat I tell you brother that's not where it's at Don't take your lurex to the laundromat If your suit's all dirty then I'm sorry 'bout that.

You get love when you buy a diamond You get love when you buy a car You get love if you buy some toothpaste You get love if you see five stars You get love when you take a holiday You get love if you're feelin' sick You get love if you do it the right way You get love and you spread it thick You get love when you eat some breakfast You get love you roll a great big smoke You get love if you wash the dishes You get love and you drink a coke.

She'll be twenty one in five days in six hundred dollars shoes And I'm her thirteenth boyfriend with the thirty year old blues It's four o'clock on Friday and I've had a three hour lunch There's one thing she taught me Eight Valium can really pack a punch. John and Tony they're picking grapes They think they're breaking rocks But they've made their escape They got out of this rat race that goes round and round No money unemployed downtown.

So if I'm guilty until proven insane Then I don't mind I won't complain People say that I'm outa touch But you can go crazy from thinking too much. You're Gay. No one ever just says 'hi' Or talk about the weather They all ask me if I'm bi And into whips 'n leather There's just too many massage girls Doin' it for free And I get that funny feeling Someone's usin' me So I'm throwin' out my Spanish Fly All that Vitamin E Swallowed enough stupid pills to start a factory Yes I'm givin' it all up I'm going back to zero Getting just too tired of being a pornographic hero.

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Somewhere someday some smart guy Will turn around and shout Give me a pen and paper and I can work it out But till then we are stuck With computers going wrong And if this verse sounds out of tune A computer wrote this song Trouble with the computer that's what the man said Some kind of random error the light is glowin' red Trouble with the computer the machine will not obey So much for brainpower IBM is here to stay B B B Boogie A.

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If your mother knew what you were doing She'd probably hang her head and cry And if she thought that you were whipping the dripping She'd give you a belt, extract all the teeth of your fly. Someone's gotta love you and it won't be me You think I'm dumb but I'm smart enough to see You're about as useful as a Cleo magazine I would get more sense from a pinball machine Your idea of fashion your idea of taste Is always someone else's style You know it's such a waste.

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Saturday 18 January Chorus: Some people keep their egos in a bottom drawer A fridge full of Leonard Cohen Have to get drunk just to walk out the door Stay drunk to keep on goin' So if you got an ego You better keep it in good shape Exercise it daily And get it down on tape. Will you climb the ladder Or will you feed the snake Come on roll the dice And see which chance you take She'll be waiting in the grass Oooh she's gonna strike so fast You'll resist but you won't last When she gives you that.

Oh sweet sister the jokes on you Oh sweet sister I'll tell you what I'm gonna do Hey sweet sugar why don't you take the lead I said oh sweet sister you don't know what you need. Legalize murder, imprison the students A public execution or two Put up the taxes on necessity Be strong in everything you do Let your supporters live in luxury But shoot them in the back when they get too smart Keep one step ahead of yourself, beware of that poison dart.

I'm a private eye I'm a rented spy I'm an undercover agent I'm a bodyguard with a callin' card And I'm right here on the pavement. Friday 4 July