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  • 作词 : French Teen Idol
    作曲 : French Teen Idol
    Yeah,**** you,too.**** me?**** you.
    **** you and this whole city and everyone in it
    wrapped in plastic .
    Ten yeras in the country,still no speakee English.
    **** the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car.
    Get a ****ing job.
    **** the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs,
    curry steaming out their pores,stinking up my day.
    Terrorists in ****ing training.Slow the **** down!
    getting one of those operations that elongate your *****.
    **** the Chelsea Boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps,
    going down on each other in my parks and on my piers,jiggling their ****s on my Channel 35!
    **** the Russians in Brighton Beach.
    Mobster thugs sitting in cafes,sipping tea in little glasses,sugar cubes between their teeth,
    **** the black-hatted Hasidim strolling up and down 47th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff,
    selling South African apartheid diamonds.
    **** the Wall Street brokers.
    Self-styled masters of the universe.
    Michael Douglas-Gordon Gekko wannabe mother****ers figuring out new ways to rob hardworking people blind.
    Move the **** on.
    **** the corrupt cops with their ****-violating plungers
    and their 41 shots,standing behind a blue wall of silence.
    You betray our trust!
    **** the priests who put their hands sown some innocent child's pants.
    **** the church that protects them,delivering us into evil.
    And while you're at it,**** J.C.
    He got off easy-- a day on the cross ,a weekend in hell,
    and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity.
    Try seven years in ****ing Otisville,J. 
    let the fires rage ,let it burn to ****ing ash,
    and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole art-infested place.
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : French Teen Idol
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : French Teen Idol
    [01:41.64][01:14.08]Yeah,**** you,too.**** me?**** you.
    [01:45.43][01:18.24]**** you and this whole city and everyone in it
    [01:47.70]wrapped in plastic .
    [01:49.10]Ten yeras in the country,still no speakee English.
    [01:54.36]**** the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car.
    [01:58.06]Get a ****ing job.
    [01:59.62]**** the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs,
    [02:04.42]curry steaming out their pores,stinking up my day.
    [02:07.96]Terrorists in ****ing training.Slow the **** down!
    [02:11.40]getting one of those operations that elongate your *****.
    [02:22.65]**** the Chelsea Boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps,
    [02:16.11]going down on each other in my parks and on my piers,jiggling their ****s on my Channel 35!
    [02:22.60]**** the Russians in Brighton Beach.
    [02:24.79]Mobster thugs sitting in cafes,sipping tea in little glasses,sugar cubes between their teeth,
    [02:31.36]**** the black-hatted Hasidim strolling up and down 47th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff,
    [02:39.01]selling South African apartheid diamonds.
    [02:42.05]**** the Wall Street brokers.
    [02:44.29]Self-styled masters of the universe.
    [02:46.75]Michael Douglas-Gordon Gekko wannabe mother****ers figuring out new ways to rob hardworking people blind.
    [02:54.73]Move the **** on.
    [02:57.62]**** the corrupt cops with their ****-violating plungers
    [03:01.02]and their 41 shots,standing behind a blue wall of silence.
    [03:05.28]You betray our trust!
    [03:07.31]**** the priests who put their hands sown some innocent child's pants.
    [03:11.46]**** the church that protects them,delivering us into evil.
    [03:14.72]And while you're at it,**** J.C.
    [03:16.95]He got off easy-- a day on the cross ,a weekend in hell,
    [03:20.80]and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity.
    [03:24.19]Try seven years in ****ing Otisville,J. 
    [03:57.50]let the fires rage ,let it burn to ****ing ash,
    [04:00.58]and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole art-infested place.