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    Two Ton Paperweight

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    Додана 1 вересня 2011 користувачем Iron Man

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    My car is a PIECE OF SHIT!
    I want to drive you off a cliff
    Watch you crash into a ravine
    For the things you did to me,
    You STUPID CAR!
    I want to make myself a pipe bomb
    Blow your damn engine back to Hell
    Where I know you're from
    PIECE of CRAP!
    You aren't even worth the tow
    To a Junkyard or a place
    Where you'd sit and lay to waste
    I WISH YOU'D DIE
    Oh nevermind, you always do
    Can you tell me how much longer
    It will be until I'm ridden of you?
    I wish that you would just get hit by lightening, or something
    My confidence in you is sold with every part I buy
    I guess I'm just a sucker with a lemon
    So pucker up and kiss another paycheck goodbye
    You leak more than a newborn baby
    I change your oil all the time, but still you need some more
    Their fluid puddles come in assorted colors
    Such wonderful variety of problems galore
    Will there be a time where I know I can drive
    Without my car breaking down?
    And will I ever see it start consistently
    Without the pain and the suffering?
    Stupid fucking car, stupid fucking car! (Die)
    Stupid fucking car, stupid fucking car! (Die!)
    Stupid fucking car, stupid fucking car! (DIE!)
    My car is a PIECE OF SHIT!
    I ought to give you a swift kick
    In the muffler, in the tire
    Or wherever I desire
    You STUPID CAR!
    You never get me very far
    When you decide driving to the store is a mortal sin
    PIECE OF CRAP!
    I Guess you want a piece of me
    Since you're leaving all your pieces
    In the middle of the street
    You HEAP OF JUNK!
    I don't know what I'm gonna do
    I just hope that I don't have to take another day of driving you
    I swear you must be older than my grandma, and shes dead
    The fact you run at all is quite a mystery to me
    Your miles are approaching seven digits
    May God have mercy on the soul that's holding the key
    I guess I'm just a little angry
    But for some reason, getting stranded chaps kinda my hide
    You probably think I'm slightly overreacting
    Has your car ever made you think about suicide?
    Will there be a time where I know I can drive
    Without my car breaking down?
    And will I ever see it start consistently
    Without the pain and the suffering?
    What the?
    Come on...
    Give me a break!
    Ahh... (car starts, dies)
    Alright... you piece of shit!
    Stupid car...
    (Screams, glass breaks)
    DIE!!! Fuckin... (Screams)
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