TISM
Текст песни Existentialism

You know, me and my baby, no couple like us
She's... she's got her Satre, we got our Camus.
We got our Camus
I... I love her 'cause I hate the stinkin' bitch
Oh, she's like a train, or a horse... I forget which

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Who cleans the home?
Jean-Paul Satre? Simone De Beauvoir?
Who cleans the home?
Jean-Paul Satre? Simone De Beauvoir?

I'm... I'm 'The Outsider'. I break the law.
But here's a tip the book's a bore
The book's a bore
Oh, I'll take responsibility for my innermost wishes
Oh, I'll, I, I, I, I I'll be I, I, I, I buggered
If I do the dishes
Won't do the dishes

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Now my baby's left me, she's walked out the door
Says she don't want my six-inch gold-blade no more
I'm aware that one never really knows other
Stuff existentialism, I'm going back to mother.