I had been spying for years
reversed my ears to hear
CHORUS:
Give your child a gun to kill a natural reaction
Wrap
I don't need a reservation
To inhabit my own station
Honey St.
Time will put you in your place, just wait
always courting
Laidback if she was summertime chilled out if she was
I'm a four-legged zombie on a two-step dance floor
I'd double
Take the first train out of town
Out of here, back
What is wrong on the tracks is that so much
The vinyl scratch of the 80’s lifted up into the
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