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bottom lip's near dragging
On the ground
That's when I gotta play the clown for ya
Black humour made me kick your blues
Howdy angel where did you hide your

Media Person

Rudimentary Peni

The EPs of RP

1987

Green to feel blue?
Is your vision purely golden?
Is your humour black or olden?
Do you find you're getting yellow?
'Though you know you're in

altro flop
Occhi chiusi Brock
Pugno chiuso
Black block
Perché no?
Black humour
Ti spengo dentro off
Cresci o no?
Posti la foto Bro
Screenshot
Sono io
Come

of the matter
Have a black humour and history
Thanks to Lorraine Maher
No blacks no dogs
This community slept in digs
While it dug tunnels through the London clay

Well, here comes my vampyre girl, she's a
Halloween dish dressed in fur, she's a
Pale skin, androgynous delight

Black hair, black nails, black

forty five
Cos sanity is slavery!
It used to be fun taking piss out of Nazis
No it's not
No it's not
Black Flag humour at the the fourth reich's expense

before me.
Your voice in my head.
Your love of beauty.
Your humour, black and red.
Your look that brightens,
every night onstage.
Nothing matters to me,

last as the transfer-trucks pass

Oh, how I learned to read the hues of your humours
Black bile and yellow, red the blood and your blue tears
Now every

you ever heard
About little old me is true
My trigger finger is itchy
My humour is black
And you just stumbled blind, babe
Right into my track

thrilla Manila 
Eh, your lips are my dealer 
Humour is black like Nelson Mandela 
 
Я не Роналдиньо, но у меня есть пару буц 
Геци геци Сус тура пац турбо

we don't suck him off then he'll send us to fry
My sense of humour is black like a puma
Poised to pounce with those verbs and nouns
Rythmically allied

humour just as black as the bruises on your arms
what you lacked in skills you made up for with your charms
you said it was just some new infection

Foeticide

Carcass

Reek of Putrefaction

with power
Visceral muscle is charred black
Melting bone, frying aqueous humour
A dignified death is what you lack

with power
Visceral muscle is charred black
Melting bone, frying aqueous humour
A dignified death is what you lack

alone on the streets at night
Just checking the time
Wolking that very fine line
The humour is black
The plan is attack
Woman is away from me
Down on your

You little devil
Meek thoughts your humour What an amour
Black sheep nah wetin you Dey find No be for night
I have suffered from the addiction but I am

the human heart
Having a bad sense of humour only happens in pain
So please don't stay inside circles where you know you’re still sane
There is a collar

No it doesn’t take much
To see through their agendas, whoa
Blatant bias on the page
I say we don’t humour them
(Top red, blood blue, heart black)
I say

It’s 11 pm, I’m overthinking again
Guess there’s gunna be a hurricane tonight
Black tears fall in slow motion
And my armour just ain’t playing nice

of humour's gone astray somewhere

Grey becomes black and white
Is it true what they say?
They turn the day into night

Grey becomes black and white
Is it true

in the fridge
Peanut butter sandwich
Go look in my closet
You see I got racks
I got skeletons
Eat the kitty like its gelatine
Black on black
Like it's

and trademark that
Q-Tip still says "Black is black"
On the streets we march in pieces
March with thoughts we thunk was facts

Like the peacekeepers of an alien's

the days
And I heard the rumours
In a wash of vex-ed humours
To paint the room refurbished in a liquid sanguine spray

Keep tight with Blavatsky
Keep

Poison Pen

Hoodoo Gurus

Electric Soup: The Singles Collection

1992

can be so hurtful,
It makes public property of things that are so personal
All the friends and family grab their share

Ink is black, as black