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If you've got to be told by someone then
its got to be me And thats not made from cheese and he doesnt get you free So now your wising up to know you need a job Dont bite, dont bite, dont bite out in here Its been nice wasting time its not worth your while Blow on go on blow on go up and spill it all out And if we have to be shown by someone then it wont be you You see that Jesus is a cunt And I help you with everything that you do or you done It wont be long, it wont be long to get rid of your furry tongue Its going in out, its going in out Blow on go on blow on go on and stroke a left side Go on blow on go on blow on and stroke a right side Your biting into the root your smoking pot to the wall Blow on go on blow on go on and take it full blown Kuff dam, down down dam kuff Kuff dam, dam kuff |
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Which one of you, has got to be so sad for,
and what'd ya look ashamed about, always on downer,that just sounds like you. And your waiting for some things to jump out of that tree, (HAVENT GOT A CLUE ABOUT THE NEXT BIT) im so green, ive got to be seen to believe. I had to ask mister fixit, everybody on this stagecoach likes robbin' an' bashin' big blacks and blonds smokin' miles and miles of hash, thats sweet, the bigger the tree the better the time. Yeah i can see now, how your looking for someone still, a lot more funkier,a lot more ooohh, well thats the way it seems is what the way you are. ( DONT KNOW THIS BIT ), and a roof drops in, and said 'ello goodbyes and a few months later your mine, At this rate even sooner, Still a lot more funkier, still a lot more you. |
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When he came out to the lock-up
He said I'm looking for something better He made his shock announcement And backed off, backed down, backed off And then he got up off the floor He said Im wealthy enough, not to do this no more And he made it all known with his hands held up, palm out And she said dont know if i should Cause i worry too much about the tests on the blood And at first it was a 'yes', and then a 'no', then a 'yes'. A maggot sleeps on her desk H wears a sleeping bag as his vest And he's getting too too bothered About the spots on his chest, chest, chest Now Chichi, she laid it on And a few days later shes gone So its back to the womb To get drowned, drowned, drowned, drowned warm (???) |
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We've been courteous
I like that, turn it up I like that, turn it up It was mad cyril It was mad cyril I like that, turn it up Although our music and our drugs stayed the same, Although our music and our interests are the same, We've been together, fuckers from the well, We've smoked together and we slipped down in hell, Hell. Wants me, Hell, wants you back. Although our music and our drugs stayed the same, Although our interests and our music stayed the same, We've went together, druggers from the well, We've smoked together and we slipped down in hell, Hell. Needs me, Hell, wants me oh Are you ready? Lets go. Are you ready? What about the detector vans, they be right with you? Lets go. Give me give me give me, give me give me give me, a break. Give me give me give me, give me give me give me, a break. Hell, Fuck about everything allowed, Hell, Fuck about everything. Although our music and our drugs stayed the same, Although our interests and our music stayed the same, We went together, druggers from the well, We've smoked together and we slipped down in hell, Put the frighteners on the flash little twerp Let's have a look, let's have a look, excuse me, but Come in!-take a look, take a look. Its a right pisshole, long hair, beatniks, druggers, freeloaders, tsk, freeloaders. I need a bohemian atmosphere I like that, turn it up |
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