can die how far die how far

NIN。

NIN！ 

 

 

it's the pupilla of his left eye, which made me feel something was wrong in his face.

 

the point is: it's a lovely song, enjoy it.  

 

 

Little fat man who sold his soul
Little fat man who sold his dream
Chubby little loser

Chubby little loser
National joke

Pathetic little fat man
No one's bloody laughing
The clown that no one laughs at
They all just wish he'd die

He's so depressed at being useless
The fat man takes his own life
He's so depressed at being hated
Fatty takes his own life
Fatso takes his own life
He blows his bloated face off
He blows his stupid brains out

He sold his soul for a shard of fame
Catchphrase and wig and the jokes are lame
He's got no style
He's got no grace
He's benign and facile
He's a fat waste of space

He's banal and facile
He's a fat waste of space

See his pugnose face
Pug, pug, pug, pug
See his pugnose face
Pug, pug, pug, pug

See his pugnose face
Pug, pug, pug, pug
The little fat man with the pugnose face
Pug, pug, pug, pug
The little fat man with the pugnose face
Pug, pug, pug, pug
He's a little fat man with a pugnose face
Pug, pug, pug, pug

 

(Britons, ah... they have their own ways. )