Oh my Lord
Lordy Lordy
Lord on Fire
Lordamundo
Don't you just hate
Whiney self-pitying poetry
How about this, bitch
How about you turn that frown upside down
And get a plane, bus, taxi to my place
You'll love it at my place
I've painted all the walls weird psychedelic colours
And painted over the glass on the windows
And soundproofed the walls
So we're all just sealed off from the outside world
I can ...