Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Camper

you fucking losers
got nothing at all
you've got fingers in your asshole
and your hand on the
and you such fucking horseshit
that it's to believe
you almost make careers out of being naive

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

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

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

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

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

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

in the winter, cold and wet,
your friends have come and went
and left behind your idiot job,
and it's far from a prize, you dink

...your'e a dink... yeah!
...how's for punk? dink!!!

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

that the malls are up
it doesn't work, it work,
so inbred I might throw up...
and now I'm put into the
the contracts and the bunk, and I always end up

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

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

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