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I'm a simple city boy
With simple country tastes Smoking woild-grown mari-jo-wana keeps that smile on my face Depending on my mood, mood.... Listening to my system, just the other night Watching my TV with the sound turned down Checking out the late, late, late night Fight night |
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| 2. |
| 3:37 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:36 |
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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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| 4. |
| 3:25 |
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| 5. |
| 4:09 |
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One day he was admiring his reflection
in his favorite mirror When he realised all too clearly what a freakin' old beasty man he was Who is? you is, you is now son I took to hiding, I took to hiding I took to hiding, hiding strange things I took to dribbling, we took to dribbing down my front I starting running, I starting running on the spot Picture, picture, now i'm gonna eat your Picture, picture, now i'm gonna eat ya We're all food, your cake We're all the food, your weirdos' cream Quick quick, fast fast, quick quick, fast fast I took to dribbling, I took to dribbing down my front You took to hiding, you took to hiding strange things One day she was touching her reflection in her favorite mirror when she relised all to clearly what a freakin' old weirdo she was Who was? She was, she is... fast fast, quick quick, quick quick, fast fast She took to hiding, she took to hiding strange things I took to dribbling, I took to dribbing down my front |
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| 6. |
| 3:11 |
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?You're rendering that scaffolding dangerous?
Grass eyed, Slashed eyed, Brain dead fucker. Rips off town, Steals from his brother, Loathed by everyone But loved by his mother. It not the hip or the ship That gets you caught, No one likes to feel that they?ve been bought Why then? Should you do it again and again and again. He?s a wise guy, when guy Don?t like my eye spy Always a snipe try Never a green guy Loathed by everyone But loved by his mother Give you a calls For the Thing upstairs She brings him his night time brown and flask Sews up his nighttime brown and mask You bleed in my eye You bleed in my eye White track Grass sliding, slasher Brain dead fucker Rips of himself and steals from his brother Loathed by everyone But loved by his mother (kiss kiss) Why then should you do it again and again and again. Why then do you do it again and again and again. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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| 7. |
| 6:06 |
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I wrote for luck.
They sent me you. I sent for juice. You give me poision. I hold the line. You form the queue. Try anything hard. Is there anything else you can do? Well not much - I've not been trained. I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over. I don't read. I just guess. There's more than one sign. But it's getting less. And you were wet. But you're getting dryer. You use to speak the truth. But now you're liar. You use to speak the truth. But now you're clever. And I wrote for luck. And they sent me you. And I sent for juice. You give me poision. I hold the line. You form the queue. Try anything hard. Is there anything else you can do? And you were wet. But you're getting dryer. You use to speak the truth. But now you're clever. You use to speak the truth. But now you're clever. And when it's hot. You start to melt. 'Cos you're not made of jean. You're made of chocolate. And when it's cold. You tend to crack. You keep on piling out. Not puttin' back ... |
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| 8. |
| 3:45 |
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Upped and leave my home,
Left a message on the answerin' phone You said Whipped through your cash, Through a porno moustache Bought a kipper tie and a ticket to fly Now i'm walking with a swagger, Going deep down with my dagger (Scene one, take one) Clio and her sister Rio, were watching through the keyhole Make your way in, rub up your skin Let the scene begin Well i might be the honky, But i'm hung like a donkey So i'm tied to a bed, With a pussy on my head Surrounded by ugly girls There's no rust on me, I don't thrust or breathe You can see me on page 1 to a hundred and three Now the rules of my occupation, I say yes in every situation You keep an undone fly Let your nosebag dry So come on in, Grease up the skin Make me seed again, two, two, bring a friend Don't need no concentration, My pelvis is my inspiration And you run out to work and my tie needs a jerk I live in a house that's made out of dirt Clio and her sister Rio, we're rubbin through the keyhole Then we're makin loud grunts their three little c**ts And the action started again So come on in, grease up your skin Make a scene begin, go go, go go go go |
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| 9. |
| 2:29 |
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| 10. |
| 2:49 |
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