tism – existentialtism lyrics
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you know, me and my baby, no couple like us;
we got our sartre, we got our camus.
i love her ‘cos i hate the stinking b-tch –
she’s like a train – or a horse – i forget which.
chorus:
who cleans the home?
john paul sartre?
simone de boviour?
i’m the outsider, not for me conventional law
(though here’s a tip – the book’s a bore ).
i’ll take responsibility for my inner most wishes,
but i’ll be b-gg-red if i’ll do the dishes.
now my baby’s left me, she’s walked out the door,
she said she won’t touch my six inch gold blade anymore.
i’m aware that one can never really know other –
but f-ck existentialism, i’m going back to mother.
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