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Livesex prohan

Payday comes and I'm sittin' at the bar Line 'em up, shoot 'em down, until they throw my ass out Same drill as any other Thursday night Some prick's breathing down my neck I turn around ask him if we've ever even met, he says "No, but I believe you've met my wife So let's fight." A lifetime of disaster Have another drink and watch it burn out faster Having fun's getting to be no fun at all I've hit The Wall Another girl, in another motel room Snort it in, freaking out, she's doing way too much coke Her eyes roll back into her head EMS is banging at the door, but I'm still trying to pick her ass up off the floor, thinking She'll feel better once I get her back in bed. A lifetime of disaster Have another drink and watch it burn out faster Having fun's getting to be no fun at all I've hit The Wall She liked to talk, he liked to screw Friends gave it a year, they lasted two Called it quits and kept in touch from time to time "Let's get a drink," or maybe, "Let's hang out, I'd like some company" Thin pretext, but it happens every time "It's great to see you again," And just like that, the clothes hit the floor "Just once more..." Then, separate ways until they both weaken again It's not a crime, it isn't bad Nobody's trying to get back what they had A minor vice, but what's the harm, if it's just two old friends?

Maybe next time, we'll find something to talk about These drunken hook-ups always end up the same It's just so fucking inane Don't wanna drink, don't wanna fuck, it never seems like enough Another night of drunken innuendo I just want a girl who likes me when she's sober Set up, knocked down Left to rot in this worthless, dead-end town Never had a chance, so tell me who's blame Take it out on everybody, they're all the same So hit the floor, you better pray they're gonna listen to me Let the masses come, I'll give 'em something to see Now that I have your attention, keep your eyes on me Tie 'em down, no one leaves until it's done They're gonna pay, 'cause I'm the Son of Misfortune Payback, overdue I want my share, and I'm taking it out on you Got a gun, and a debt to collect on If I'm a victim, then you're gonna be one, too So hit the floor, you better pray they're gonna listen to me Let the masses come, I'll give 'em something to see Now that I have your attention, keep your eyes on me Tie 'em down, no one leaves until it's done They're gonna pay, 'cause I'm the Son of Misfortune It's wasted time, there's no need for you to be so concerned But you want to give it more attention than it really deserves I say no need for panic, you say I'm just an addict Over-emphatic, what the hell'd you even think I would learn?

Don't want to pay it too much mind, don't care to change after all this time How can I get you to see advice is no use to me?

It's just a blind spot, so you say, that I always keep some other thing in the way An inability to see what's staring right up at me Back and forth, you say, "Problem," I say, "Passing the time." Point and counter-point, I shoot yours down, and you refute mine You don't want to lose a good friend, I don't want to hear it again Just tell me when I can expect you to leave the sermon behind Don't want to pay it too much mind, don't care to change after all this time How can I get you to see advice is no use to me?

Toronto — First-time visitors to this eclectic, gay-friendly metropolitan melting pot often remark on its cleanliness, comparing it to a tidier New York or London.

Besides its famed film festival each fall, first-rate theatrical productions, and world-class museums, Toronto is noted for its all-embracing Gay Village, located at Church and Wellesley streets, full of bustling bars and bistros plus LGBT-owned restaurants and shops.

The motivation's gone, but what else could we expect We're just too goddamn lazy and dumb So who's gonna book more shows? Plan out all our moves But no one cares, so what's the use To write ten thousand songs, when no one really wants to sing along So don't call it a comeback We'll never make it in the first place We just don't want to try any harder Cause it seems like such a waste I oughtta learn to keep it to myself Sometimes, staying quiet helps But no one else seems willing to Call you out on what you do I gotta tell you, what you do is wrong I've kept quiet far too long Do what you want, not what you should You're gonna hear me out for your own good This time, you're right, I just don't care I'm never gonna change I'm a self-righteous son of a bitch, and I know I'm just gonna go and Do it again Never could keep it to myself Feeling stupid, but the whiskey helps I just assumed that I was right I guess I should apologize Sometimes I get things wrong I step in where I don't belong Do what I want, not what I should I oughtta just shut up for my own good This time, I'm wrong, I still don't care I'm never gonna change I'm a self-righteous son of a bitch, and I know I'm just gonna go and Do it again Unwanted opinions They'll always be my stock-in-trade Saved herself til that, "Special One," came along Gave it up after two good years Three weeks late and she can't keep anything down But he says that it can't be his Two years later she's kicked out of her house, with a Year-old son and a dead-end job at some bar Find a place, pay the rent, but she's coming up short Shit plus tips doesn't stretch that far And she thinks Love is good but money's better Life's too long, and you never get what you want Pinned under it's thumb by one mistake Short skirt, fishnets, and a new pair of boots Different job, different pay, different life Pay for play, just a way to make ends meet Bills are paid, and her son's brought up right Driver picks her up, heads to the hotel, get the Money first, just as soon as he closes the door Finish up, and she laughs in his face when he asks How she lives with being a whore?

And she says Love is good, but money's better Life's too short, so take whatever you want There's no sin so great it won't wash away The Night Life, I hate it I should've stayed home and masturbated "What's your name? Let's just drink until we like each other What's the use, if we'll both forget Just as soon as the hangover comes again?

But some of the videos eventually found their way into the computer files of a known British pedophile two years ago, triggering a global manhunt to track down the perpetrators.