Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Camper

you fucking losers
you've got at all
you've got fingers in your asshole
and hand on the call
and you talk fucking horseshit
that it's to believe
that you make careers out of being naive

you, you are a fucker coz you my guitar
you, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in
you, you are a fucker, coz you say such shit
I've got a line in pocket lint
than you've done with it

so if you are an asshole who to be a friend
get your ass in music, you'll be set to the end, ending,
and now got the nerve to ask me about my temper?
why yes, I have a fucking happy camper!

I your fucking faces and your trendy cut hair,
I the fact you think your job will go anywhere
because it's use is just the same as what I shit the bowl
just like the mess between your ears is like the mess in my

I hate your friends who only come out when it's right
I hate that when down you run instead of fight
I'm set to think you lot in life to test the ones
will just require some chicken and also sneakers for the run.

I dig it away, the you puked instead of swallowed,
in an attempt to try and find the instead of the load,
so you move and stand aside my mood will hamper,
and yes, I will become a fucking camper!

in endless winter with your press to keep you sane
wait for useless to grow useful once again
where the heat will come again, your grows sick,
your flaw will send, the shit you your business
to the place that is end

stuck in the winter, and wet,
your stupid have come and went
and you've behind your idiot job,
and far from a prize, you fucking dink

...your'e a dink... yeah!
...how's this for dink!!!

...suck my cock, you pathetic excuse for a being...
a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... you've also got a lot
of balls to dick with someone else's life, you fucking ghetto
"boy in the hood" middle class white spoiled rotten "gangsta"
wanna-be hunk of regenerated red neck bullshit! thank you don't
have to on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to
intimidate others, shit for brains. shut the up, and get out of
your parent's house and get a job, you putz, and for god's sake,
being such a fucking sheep!!! now grow the hell up!!!... dink.
I let it get me down you're in it for the glory
and I'd rather leave with reason than go for a story
and this l.a. rock thing

that the are buying up
it work, it doesn't work,
it's so inbred I throw up...
and now I'm put into the
with the contracts and the bunk, and I end up

hearing "hey, man, punk... let's more punk!"
so here I am to do a favour, save some hassle and tell,
that either way my music's shit and it ain't ever to sell

so if you've got the gall to take this blown up your ass
and youv'e got the cash and balls to pump the crap out in mass
then hell, I'll stand and with your plans I'll never tamper
I'll sit and you songs and be a fucking happy camper.

yeah, send me out a and in clauses you will lurk
the smaller points so I can give it all and you work
you say an album's not an album without left to hamper...
then, fuck,
...I I am a fucking
...happy
...fucking
...camper.