P. Bastard
P. is 44 years old.
He is the Electric Guitarist of Bastardization.
P. is also known as "Jester".
P. is located in London at Highgate Cemetery.
P. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Wut? We booked a tour?! HOW?! *smirks*
Life of Bastard with a capital B
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Song Details
Life of Bastard with a capital B is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Vivace. The music is mind melting and the lyrics are perfect. The song was written 5/13/2009 by P. Bastard. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
57 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Punk Rock |
| Owner: |
Bastardization |
| First Revealed: |
5/13/2009 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed. |
Dominant Instruments
Lead Vocals
Rapper
Bass Guitar
Electric Guitar
Special Lyrics
Shit man I suck,
all I know is how to fuck.
Literally, heh, you'll see what I mean.
Half of my youth spent in the ward,
the other teaching how to score.
Drunk, high, worn out, knee deep in shit,
all I could enjoy was a hospital drip.
Rehab here and rehab there,
all around the fucking place,
no more I could bare,
so I fought and ended with a criminal case.
Flirting with crime was my deal,
all I wanted was to steal,
but they sealed my ass in some program for police,
and this was the end of any crime spree.
I took it like a man, enjoying the dark side of the pain,
the pain of being a man with a badge, using my hand like a sledge,
pulling down guys in jail, hitting them hard,
no one to help them out,
only thing they could do is shout,
people closing their eyes, pretending not to see,
cuz they knew they can't go against me.
Booze and drugs took my mind again,
relapse here and relapse there, more fucking pain,
back to rehab asshole, get your shit together,
try to be better.
But we had a plan, we needed another adrenaline run,
and we never speak about it, but you get a hint.
Smuggler I had become, who fought the law,
tried explaining his case,
claiming the innocence.
Man, I'm a fucking saint,
those cocktails were planted to get my ass in jail.
But it was a useless race,
so I refer to it as my past criminal days.
Then they gave me a bigger badge with the sign CoP,
I did my rounds and introduced a police clock,
no one could get away, no one could run,
all they could do is suck on my cock.
But it was all too much for me,
so I took another hit on the beer,
followed by cigs and drugs,
my life was the life behind bars.
Politics, corruption, never ending stories of human disgrace,
for fuck sake, this isn't my place,
I couldn't take it any longer,
so there wasn't a day I was sober.
I got screwed, holding the position for too long,
thanks to a friend,
then I started to write this song in the security of my own den.
Phil this and that, do me a favor be a pal,
after that we'll fuck you up the arse,
but thanks to my gal,
I managed to stay a good lad.
Stopped the drugs and booze abuse,
hoping it will never happen again,
searching for life clues,
in the end it only made me mad.
Now I'm finishing this song,
cuz it all went wrong,
I'm a guy in a uniform, just another wheel in the grinding machine,
and I have no answers still,
just love for music and my girl,
guess somehow I had to learn.
Covers
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