Monday, 19 September 2011

Music Lyrics

this washing machine could of killed me
with the house up in flames
as i sleep in my own bed
with the downstairs in flames
so please take this back under warranty
cause this machine is grilled
so il contact these bastards
as they had my life at risk

the man was named careless, he said it was fine
he said it was fine
he said it was fine!
the man, careless was trying his best
he's trying his best
the best from the rest!
this guy, was the man on the phone
he sounded relaxed
he sounded all fine
when im hoping for a new machine
to make my life safe from this technology

but i remember when we first got it
i was like i dont care
with the joy on face
i could see that you did
but the machine could of killed me
with the smoke from its mouth
now i would clearly like to say
is that, i survived a night with a washing machine

*chorus*

im sick of this!
this machines too loud!
as it sounds like a areoplane

im sick of this
im sick of this
im sick of this
im sick of this.

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