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"Make My Day"

Michael Stipe, sissy whining tart
Fucking Phil Collins, the pent up fart
Stevie Wonder seems way too glad
Gary Moore is not bluesy but sad

Armstrong, Leblanc and the doped detour
Sorry Stephen King, there ain't no cure
Michael Jackson's too kind to the kids
DJ Tzi fucking swindler bitch

No excuse is the game tonight
No fucking reasons, just annoy and ignite
Delivering a genuine reason to cry
Make my day, go ahead and die

Britney's beers, show us your clit
Claudia Schiffer because you're not worth it
Ewan McGregor don't deserve the force
Celine Dion's got the face of a horse

No more surgery for little Richard
Osama, where've you Bin, you fucking coward?
Dieter Bolen is a pop star fool
Bill Gates needs a new hairdo

No excuse is the game tonight
No fucking reasons, just annoy and ignite
Delivering a genuine reason to cry
Make my day, go ahead and die

Bob Geldorf, self-righteous Santa
Axle Rose and his ugly bandanna
Germany's national football team
Play like shit but they always win

Hairball Nickelback, epic cry-baby
Steve Martin, where's the fun gone lately?
Jimmy Page could have been eternally all right
If not for Puff Daddy, the fucking parasite

No excuse is the game tonight
No fucking reasons, just annoy and ignite
Delivering a genuine reason to cry
Make my day, go ahead and die