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.​.​.​and in the end, there will only be Dundee.

from DOLPHINS​!​!​!​!​!​!​!​!​!​!​!​!​! by Fat Goth

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It's the weekend and I'm having a party,
It would appear that most of my friends are now either engaged or married,
They talk of mortgages, joint bank accounts, car dealerships and new home improvements,
That could accommodate the sound of tiny feet,
They find me in the kitchen on all fours, naked and screaming,

He plays the villian and dominates the role,
Beady eyed and stinks of sour milk,
A tragic figure and one that lives alone,
But a keen collector of plastic shopping bags,
I wonder if that man feels inclined to harm me?

Maintains a vow of silence and is partial to extreme violence,
So keep your distance boy,
Staple your lips together, rip out your eyes and floss your ears with razor wire and save yourself from a similar fate,

He's on a mission, he's striving to impress,
So instead of gum he chews on drawing pins,
Opinionated but ultimately wrong,
Convinced himself that Planet Earth is flat,
So desperately in need of a mental enema,

With our standards still declining he promotes the benefits of recycling,
Feeds off his own piss and shit,
So tired of second guessing, wade through the sludge into a greener and healthier view,
Fuck me, fuck you,
What can you do?
Oh why can't you see I just want to be friends?

Admire my new cavity,
The installation was practically free,
Bad smell, repel,
It's anyone's guess what kind of inhumane mess lies within your fridge.

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Fat Goth Dundee

2010 - 2018

Fat Goth was a rock band from Dundee, Scotland.

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