Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
Who used to think he was a brand and gifted,
Stupendisly handsome, Beautifully smart,
He had no heart.
On his own he was all alone,
He wanted more than he ever got.
Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
Who took life so slow that he occasionally missed it,
Permanently senseless, never on his brain, he had no brain.
Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
Who lived on the edge or so he insisted,
Inteligently careless, hated rock and roll, he had no soul.
1 | Son Of A Gun |
2 | Dying For It |
3 | Monsterpussy |
4 | Slushy |
5 | Sex Sux (Amen) |
6 | The Day I Was A Horse |
7 | No Hope |
8 | Rory Rides me Raw |
9 | Lets Get Ugly |
10 | Dum-dum |