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*
RVRG past = unique
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Song Details
RVRG past = unique is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Moderato. The music is revolutionary and the lyrics are wonderful. The song was written 5/20/2009 by P. Bastard. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
73 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Punk Rock |
| Owner: |
Bastardization |
| First Revealed: |
5/20/2009 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed. |
Dominant Instruments
Bass Guitar
Electric Guitar
Lead Vocals
Rapper
Special Lyrics
She left home trying to be what she thought she should be,
young, wild, capable and free.
First sign of trouble, back home,
crying, cursing, wanting someone to hold,
her,
she will be alright,
with tears in her eyes,
back to one place,
grave,
of her mom and dad,
one place she could feel safe.
Mom, you would be proud,
I'm young and I'm loud,
living life I never dreamed of,
I like to break in and steal,
one day I will set the world on fire,
but I will never be a liar.
You've thought me that,
even with your leg deep down in fat,
shit,
before you took another hit,
and passed out high and lost in drugs,
beating up dad,
who stroke back.
Back on the streets,
lost, confused, falling deep in shit.
Mess, complete mess she is,
in the hotels, strangers around,
exhausted and in bliss,
she found,
him.
Dad, he is mine, just like you were moms,
he goes down on me, and he hums,
while at it,
I couldn't fight it.
I love his heart,
I love holding him in the night.
But there is a curse, fierce and strong,
beyond any sense, I cannot bond.
I need him, he needs me,
soon we will become three,
I know I'm too young to be a mom,
but some things just come.
There she is, back on the street,
she became a long forgotten myth,
under her cloak, with fear in her eyes,
free of lies,
with a devilish pace,
lining up criminal case after case.
She never found herself,
she stayed just the same,
abandoned kid,
never tame.
Covers
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