Philosophy lyrics

Artist  : Whitehouse 
Song : Philosophy



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Just like your father

Just like your mother

What sort of example do you think you're
setting?

Do you talk that way to your sister?

Does cunt talk that way to your sister?

So why'd you say that?

You know you can't get away with that

You know what's coming to you now, don't you?

Coming to cunt

I just can't believe you did that

You cunt, you fucking cunt

Who do you think you are?

Who the hell do you think you are?

Who the fuck do you think you are?

You stupid fucking cunt

Do you talk that way to your sister?

Would you talk that way to your momma? Eh?

Come on, cunt, do you talk that way to your
momma?

Do you talk that way to your momma?

Didn't she teach you any manners?

Look at me and say you're sorry, cunt

Cunt says sorry

Cunt's gonna say sorry



You're nothing

Cunt's nothing

Zero

Just remind yourself

Remember you're fat

Remember you're stupid

Remember you're ugly

Just like your fucking mother

Just like your fucking father

Have you got a good view?

Fat, stupid and ugly

A fat, stupid, ugly cunt

Are you remembering that?

You fucking cunt

I really can't believe you did that

You vulgar, common, coarse piece of shit

Your hanging and sick wobbly meat flab

Flabby folds your flesh

You're a disgrace

You're a total disgrace

And where's your fucking decorum?

Yes, decorum, where is your fucking decorum?

Cunt's fucking decorum

You fucking cunt

Just like your fucking mother

And just like your fucking father

See that?

What's that over there?

Yes, cunt, that's a door

I just want you to look at the door

Now I'm a really positive person

But you don't know what can happen from day to
day

As you think about it in your mind

If I walked out that fucking door

And the door closed

And as it closed

It slammed shut

And no matter what you did

No matter what you fucking did

You could not open the door

And you knew you could never look into my eyes
again

Hear my voice again

Feel my touch again



You're right, you know

About that door

You really shouldn't think about it

A huge mistake to fucking think about

You don't have to think about the door

It makes you feel uncomfortable

Doesn't it?

I know it does

You don't have to feel like that

It's distressing

It's really distressing



A terrible think happened

My friend was stabbed in the street

By some drunk

Dead before he arrived at the hospital

Wouldn't it be terrible?

Think about it

Even if you could get that door opened

And you were to search

You could never find me again

You will never be able to see me again

You will never be able to hear my voice again

Feel my touch again

You'll never be able

All that fun we had together

The great times we had together

The coast

The night-time

The hotel

The journey home

Even if you were to open that door

You would search but you could never find



You're nothing

Cunt's nothing

Zero

Just remind yourself

Remember you're fat

Remember you're stupid

Remember you're ugly

Fat, stupid and ugly

Just remember that

And also remember life's tragedies

Think about them

I still think about it

You see that door?

You see that door?

You see that door?

You see that door?

Cunt, do you see that fucking door?