Gut Of The Quantifier Lyrics by Fall, The

Gut Of The Quantifier Lyrics

    I'm telling you now and i'm telling you this
    Life can be an onward, downward
    Chip-chit-chip-chit-chip

    I'm not saying they're really thick
    But all the groups who've hit it big
    Make the kane gang look like
    An einstein chip
    Chip
    Nyc
    Chip
    A place to live
    Chip
    This is the thule group.
    This is the cool group.
    I'm telling you now and i'm telling you this.

    Shawn and [the chewer/petula], macabre
    Here are your wedding pictures
    They are black
    Stick it in the gut
    Stick in the mud.
    Boffins bray
    Boffins brag
    Stick it in the gut
    Stick in the mud.

    They take from the medium poor to
    Give to the needy poor
    Via the government poor
    Give it to the poor poor
    They're knocking on my door
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    Stick it in the mud
    Stick it in the gut

    Cheap fog
    Cheap fog
    Rotting scout-belt
    Stick it in the gut

    Who are the riff-makers.
    Who are they really?
    How old are the stars really?
    Half-wit philanthropist, cosy charity gig
    If god could see this
    He'd stick it
    They stick it in the gut
    Cheap fog
    Rotting scout-belt

    Stick it in the gut
    Stay in the mud
    They take it from the medium poor
    To give it to the medium poor
    Via the government poor
    And give it to the poor poor
    Stick it in the gut
    Red composite
    Wealthy philanthropist
    You son of a bitch



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    Stick in the mud
    Stick it in the gut



    I'm telling you now
    And i'm telling you this,
    Life can be a downward chip.

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