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Stomach For It by Jan Krüger

Stop the noise, I can't bear your complaints
All those words won't make me break restraints
I know you mean well
But really, can't you tell
You aren't one of them saints

(Chorus)
Hell, all this shit, it's stupid
I ain't got the stomach for it
Don't stay near, leave me here
All you are doing is hurting my ear

You won't see me change in any way
No matter what you or I have to say
My life is set in stone
Not moving on my own
All my faults are here to stay

(Chorus)
Hell, all this shit, it's stupid
I ain't got the stomach for it
But it's there, I must bear
Doesn't matter if I find it fair

(Bridge/end)
I ain't got the stomach for me
Can't you see, it's all wrong
I ain't got the stomach for me
All I've got, is this song
Leave me the hell alone
I can't go on my own
But I'm a bit more free
Without any company
Please, let me fall, I might freeze
But I ain't got no stomach at all
Won't be free, fine with me
I'm off to drive full speed into the wall

(Chorus)
All this shit, it's stupid
I ain't got the stomach for it
Now I'm gone, you have won
Thanks for all the fish but now I quit

Stomach For It by Mr. Johnny Cashpoint

(features drum sample from Leonard Cohen's 'Democracy')

I don't have the stomach to crawl back to you this time
It's like being stuck on Frogger, Level 99
All around me eighteen wheelers rush to crush this toad
maybe I'm a chicken but why should I cross the road?

This time I'm not coming for you, I don't have the stomach for you
Bored of life in your orbit, I don't have the stomach for it

Always swallowed what you told me without question, straight
Let me think this misery was just something I ate
You persuaded me I'm evil, so time to be cruel -
Just cos I'm a snake don't make you a snake charmer, fool

This time I'm not coming for you, I don't have the stomach for you
Bored of life in your orbit, I don't have the stomach ..

If love is a hunger, just to feed it here and now
I would need four stomachs - but it's you who is the cow

here comes evolution - you can witness it first hand
Drag myself from primordial pool up on the land
Once I have grown some legs I can expect to find some balls
Then I'll feed you from the tap where my first nature calls

Bored of life in your orbit, I don't have the stomach for it
One time I'll be coming for you, got bulge in my stomach for you

Stomach For It
by billy's little trip

-verse
My rationality tries to last
Got to let it go, to forget the past
This gene in me makes me weak
I hide it well, but I'm still a freak

-chorus
I'm crawling underground
Where darkness becomes a sound
Feeling my way around
I'm crawling underground
I'm crawling underground

-verse
I can't believe that you stand by me
Just like that song, by Ben E. King
You're always there when I need a friend
Haven't drank in weeks, stomachs on the mend

-chorus
I'm crawling underground
Where darkness becomes a sound
Feeling my way around
I'm crawling underground
I'm crawling underground

-bridge
This gene in me makes me weak
I hide it well, but I'm still a freak

-chorus X2
I'm crawling underground
Where darkness becomes a sound
Feeling my way around
I'm crawling underground
I'm crawling underground

Stomach For It - Elaine DiMasi

I needs must win you to my side, I needs must win you to me!
To spend such nights without you sends a hopeless chill right through me
Yet I have not the head for this. Mayhap I've not the heart -
I've not the stomach for it: nor any other internal part.

Indeed I am of two minds: each of them is restive.
Alas, to win you to my side, I needs must be impressive.
But may I not entreat your love by dint of baser charms?
Thus using my internal parts as well as legs and arms
(Yet may I not entreat? internal parts - hands and feet)

No, I have not the guts for this! Yea, I have not the spleen.
I've not the stomach for it: you must know what I mean!

Such tremors shake my body! Such horrors wreck my brain!
Such hell-hounds chase me through my dreams, my bed is messed in vain!
I would to end by my own hand, blood vessels do their duty -
Mine eyes to cease all weeping, my soul strange now to beauty -

But I have not the balls for that. No, I have not the heart -
I've not the stomach for it, nor any other internal part.
I've not the stomach for it, nor any other internal part.

Song Fight Song 060
Stomach For It

Come on!
You don’t have the eyes for it
You don’t have the nose for it
You don’t have the lips for it
You don’t have the face for it
You don’t have the hair for it
You don’t have the ass for it
You don’t have the tits for it
You don’t have the body for it
You don’t have the look of it (You)
You don’t have the sound of it (Don’t)
You don’t have the taste of it (Have)
You don’t have the style of it (It)
You don’t have the mind for it (You)
You don’t have the cash for it (Don’t)
You don’t have the signs for it (Have)
You don’t have the soul for it (It)

Serve yourself (Sell it like you’re on)
The plastic surgery won’t pay for itself (Sell it like you’re taught)
Serve yourself (Sell it like you’re on)
The plastic surgery won’t pay for itself (Sell it like you’re taught)
(Sell it like you want) I said:
Serve yourself (You know you know you won’t)
The plastic surgery won’t pay for itself (You know you know you won’t)
Serve yourself (You know you know you won’t)
The plastic surgery won’t pay for itself (You know you know you won’t)
It won’t pay for itself (You know you know you won’t)

So come on! (You don’t have the stomach for it)
So come on! (You don’t have the stomach for it)
So come on! (You don’t have the stomach for it)
So come on! (You don’t have the stomach for it)

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