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Hanging on the line
Waiting to be picked
Same old story
Every time I ask a favour of you
Force and hold me back
So that we don't win
So that you
I'm sick of working on the land
I want to work with machines and look handsome

I have been indulging
In ostentatious display
Doing little more
Hats by BDP

The J, the I, the M, the M
The Y, the J, the I, the M
It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy!
The J, the I, the M, the M
The Y, the J, the I, the M
Money bought you a little paradise
All created by perfect little lies
But I'm tired of waiting in the wings
I want to sing: la la la...
I
1. It's up to you [...]
Right Rex, you'd better get it sorted out
......and nobody likes you. Why don't you do us all a favour and bog off back
1. It's up to you 
Right Rex, you'd better get it sorted out
......and nobody likes you. Why don't you do us all a favour and bog off back
sounds a little bit stranger
A year of Sundays seems to have drifted right by
I could have sworn in one evening

And I'm not seized in desperation
No
sounds a little bit stranger
A year of Sundays seems to have drifted right by
(I could have sworn) in one evening
And I'm not seized in desperation
No
sounds a little bit stranger
A year of Sundays seems to have drifted right by
I could have sworn in one evening

And I'm not seized in desperation
No
the DJ pulling up his trousers
I'm staying tight lipped he's doing me a favour
I caught the DJ pulling up his trousers

Switch the station try another
you'll be plannin' when to die
Don't expect favours when the cars go passing by

I lost my girl waitin' for the train from Ride
Well, I don't mind matching
Ride
The black spot in my hand
On a quest for the truth
I scour the land
This traitorous curr
Shall die by my hand
If I'm to be spared
I must have
Themselves on the news
You're doing the bidding of the money man
If it turns out right they'll call you friend
One little favour how could you really refuse
(What are you wearing?)

A little sweater, it's iridescent
It's got a geometric grid of little squares
My legs are bare
I will describe my
burning missive:

'Hello Henry,
I'm sorry for my English, but I understand English very little, thank you for your favour. My name is Boris. Have 24 years
the truth)

I'm a little irresponsible most of the time
I'm a man of my word but only when I ain't lying
I say I'm not a hater but I hate to see you shine
a gig down there doing one of them acoustic duos
and she told me you sat by the stage and ordered a margarita
and when it came you smiled at Johnny
But I'll survive cause it's what I do best
I'm a challenger put me to the test

[Chorus - 2X]
Sleep tight everything will be alright
By the end
mother suckin up my brother
Little sis holdin my mail, I'm in jail for the blow
Cryin if you ddin't know

[ Shock G & Humpty Hump ]
A: you burn that
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London,
None of us heard her coming,
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

(Oh when my love, my
butt 'cause yo she ain't tall,
but you would say fuck her when you saw the bitch walk,
ass hanging out by the pawn,
and that's another reason why niggaz
seen some ugly trees 
There was a werewolf honkin' 
'Long the side of me 
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy 
Got a big-titty girly by