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Siouxsie And Banshees, The - Drop Dead - Celebration

I Hate You I Hate You I Hate You I Hate You...
Drop dead-
You stinking little creep
Drop dead-
With your emotions so cheap
Your poisoned mind-
It's disgusting everyone
We don't care if you vanish in thin air!
Drop dead-
It's a dead drop
You're a dead loss
Drop dead

You should be pushed down-
Down into the ground amongst the worms-
And other spineless things
Don't you see you're embarrassing to me
I can't stand that phony way you banter!
Drop dead-
It's a dead drop
You're a dead loss
Drop dead

You're so pathetic-
An insipid, dried up slug
Keep your mouth shut you impotent little slut
I'm so ashamed to be connected with your name
You're so lame-
I wish you'd never been to blame
Drop dead-
It's a dead drop
You're a dead loss
Drop dead

Those words-
Tight-lipped and mealy-mouthed
It wasn't hard to realise that they were lies
Judging from the flies you've attracted from the skies
So just get lost-
fuck Off!
And disappear into the compost!
Drop dead-
Stinking little creep drop dead!
Drop dead!!

Celebration...
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