May the Lord have mercy on me since I kicked
I know that you’re out there
Born ready, but on
I knew all along
That I was right at the
Shock after shock from the snake she bites
Happy hour downtown
You look smart but that's not enough
You need a course
The world seems out of touch now
I don’t get
We could throw ourselves in the road
but recieve no
Well, It took you seven years to learn my name
And
Hails to the chancers
As boredom kills like cancer
We need dreams
For
You got the world boy
This all you make it?
I don’t believe in anything
They tell me’s set in
The fights, they never end
Like the nights, they've taken me
I’m in to myself
On uncertain terms
I put gin
I am a hippy's son
I'm into porn and guns
I’m virile
I’ve been chasing a dream
Round a dirty little room
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