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You wouldn't interfere with kidsAnd lock them in your shedYou wouldn't pick up a hitchhikerAnd stab them till they're deadThen embalm their body with vinegarAnd keep them in your bedWouldn't get them out at meal timesAnd make them garlic breadYou wouldn't break into your neighbour's houseWhile he was overseasAnd murder all his goldfishAnd steal all his CD'sAnd while you're there squat on his bedAnd try and squeeze the cheeseBut you are guilty of a crimeThat's as bad as any of theseAll these things that I've saidAre perverted and wrongIt's exactly the same as downloading this song'Cause everytime you share our filesThe evil God of download smilesAnd a little deformed baby criesTears of blood from his jap's eyeWhile you eat, dance and relaxSongtexteListening to our stolen tracksMe and Little Kunt boo-hooOver our lost revenueYou wouldn't hang around the woodsWearing just a capeOr jump out on a ladyPin her down and do a rapeWith a Sony HandicamFilm it all on tapeThen climb on a unicycleAnd make good your escape'Cause like this, file-sharing is an illegal actJust like paedophilia and that's an actual fact'Cause everytime you share our filesThe evil God of download smilesAnd a little deformed baby criesTears of blood from his jap's eyeAnd while you've got your iPod onSinging along to our stolen songsIn the woods just walking throughThey'll be someone in a cape coming after you Aus Songtexte Mania