Wrapped in cling film, staying til the morning
Working in a
British Intelligence, they're on your back
And they won't catch no
You're messin' up my mind
You do it all the time
And
A lot of people around here
Lost the whites in their
Queens in the pocket girl in a locket
Boys wanna knock
Bottle of wine, and an old 45, rifle in the
Bullets Flying over head,
hear them hrough the walls as
Taking sides, planning a trip
No place like home if only
they think were fools sitting on the corner,
older you get
When there's no one left to fight
Boys like him don't
Better the devil you know
Confess, I guess I was the
Big bang, where we going?
What we doing this night for?
Drunk
My old heart, it's been 13 hours
Too much to you
If you've got the money
I think it would be funny
Sitar singing on the operation
And people say they can't walk
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