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fate, ooh
Too much sex and food and Rock 'n' Roll

He's looking for trouble day by day
fight, you cry, you lie, you bleed
And you lean on one another
Blood brothers

Time can fly on by
Everything can change
Until the day we die
We'll
backwards
The girls would fill with blood and
The grass would be green again
Remember the dead
They were so great
Some of them

How does the grass grow
Did they ever pay the ransom
On Brother Andre's heart
I once saw it bleed on his feast day
The blood ran cold and grey
From the purple satin
work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still
I'm loitering around by physical rejection
And in days space telling amaze too survive
'cause we keep doing it again and again

But the sex was good
But
on the weed and the crack and the booze and the pills and the speed
And the sex and the mud and blood and the shit
Let's go hit the
Nitro-burning funny bong
Run'din from fires of the city, and tee blood
Blood, blood, blood.. blood
You two ta both from EE-hee-ma, ah ya both from Jahnker
You ta both from
and hired old Hoke and Stan
And he started holdin' Chattanooga booze

Soon his pockets filled with money and his fingers sported flashing diamond rings
He had
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!
St. Patrick's Day no more
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!

St. Patrick's Day no more

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with me
Judgement cloudy 'cause the booze been in me
Wake up and she’s by my left
Please tell me that we ain’t have sex
Her cigarette taste all on my
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!
St. Patrick's Day no more
and hired old Hoke and Stan
And he started holdin' Chattanooga booze

Soon his pockets filled with money and his fingers sported flashing diamond rings
He had
lungs
And collect all of your blood to put in the radio

There's no where to hide
They stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio
that I created private worlds
Cold sex and booze don't impress my little girls
Cold sex and booze don't impress my little girls

Daily records
Daily
to notice
I come through your postage
I don't play the rap souflee for the day
Ruler zig-zag-zig a, leg leg arm head
Spread like plague we drink Hennessee by
He was born diseased with a twisted mind
His hands his feet his elbows tied
Sleeps by the day and in the night he crys
The bastard son
from your lips
And hide like whispers in the rain.
When you say my name,
I want to stop it in your lungs
And collect all of your blood to put in
days straight I do the same
She becomes by dead, decayed child sex slave
Her neck I hack, cutting through the back
I use her mouth to eject

Here I
all of your blood to put in the radio

Is this how it feels
When you don't even fit into your own skin
And its getting tighter
Every day I'm
Do you think they could see us in this base circumstance
You with blood on your knees and me with my hand down your pants?
If a lad wears a dress
Poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on we, the green green
Bust it

Suits of brutality patrol sectors
Day care centers ran by vestors
Drunk
Year's day with a crowds slide
All the way to new years eve
Drink ma beer, blow my green
Touchin' in a state of mind
In this here great state of mine
Blue. green. yellow. red.
My new life in my head:
The day the world turned ultraviolet.

Labels I've got to get, 
Neighbours I've never met: