Lyrics:
I ain't even heard that word since 17th Century
I ain't even heard that word since Slavery, no
I ain't even heard that word since Navy, Press Gang
I
Press F, респект
Gang bang,look back
Ловлю money back
В мой новый back pack
Press F, респект
Gang bang, look back
Ловлю money back
В мой новый back
bare
Reading the world on your lap
As the press gang lets up
Fleet Street mirrors, column inches
Heres the real story for ya
Once took a keen eye
him from the water
Just a victim of the press gang
I knew him when he was breathing
He was a good man, he was a young man
He was like you, he was like
getting new recruits; they always want some more.
Here comes the Royal Navy Press Gang Officer...
"We'd better take our leave unless you wanna be poor"
Cruel were my parents,
To tear my love from me,
Cruel was the press gang,
That took him to the sea,
Cruel was the little boat
That rowed him
one summer's day
"Young William is in favor," her uncle he did say
"Indeed, it's my intention to hang him from a tree
Or else to bribe the press gang
with nails out of driftwood already iron sicked:
now spy out the glass at whatever missteps me
and the press gang warrant's signed Sir Edward Pepsi.
Off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning
I got a press gang looking after me
I'll awaken sometime on the morrow
By then we'll be a league
I love,
On board the Victory.
There was thirteen on the press-gang,
They did my love surround,
And four of that accursed gang,
Went bleeding
Woe is me, the press gang came
And forced my love away
Just when we named next morning fair
To be our wedding day
Like a silent explosion ripping
Press gangs wait to ambush
The weak and weary
(stay with it)
I had to explore the light and dark
to see the sharp and flat
There's a hundred
won't get buck
Gone press your luck
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Flash bang
Press gang
Bing bong
Ding dong
Hum hum ho Hum Hum
With a system of a bang bang
Crash bang
Big bang
Boing boing
Boing boing
Flash bang
Press gang
Bing bong
Ding dong
Hum hum ho Hum Hum
With a system of a bang bang
Crash bang
Big bang
Boing boing
Boing boing
Bo Chapelin (uh-uh, uh)
The one and only
Big Creature
What else?
It's stretch gang (brrt), heavy press gang (press)
If this was a multiple
tell you bout sex drives
I beg gang don’t press twice she give man brain on a constant I think she a head lice
Arch it reverse it park it then put it
Bitch I keep the stick, I don't need
To fucking fight
If you tryna press our gang, we
gon' let the choppa bite
Yeah I'm fucking on your hoe, she
Can
lane boy, oh you silly
Trynna press the gang boy, oh you trippin'
Bitch let's get it
Brand new bitch with some brand new titties
Take her to the spot,
Don't you waste it
Blaze your bright blaze in the blue, blue air
Can you face you?
Press-gang yourself
It's a shuck, it's a fake scare
I'm gonna
Our destiny's black
For they've limited themselves
To an urbanite perspective
And the build-up, rear-down
Press-gang acid attack
Familiarity
niggas
Talkin' like yo' ass wanna die today, gang gang
We gon' press the issue, on LaLa, gang bang
SK to Bankshade, yopper goin' yay yay
Michael
as the press-gang
Who could think they'd do this to me?
Don't know who to be
Is there any other way now?
Don't know who to call
For no reason at all.
Oh no not
off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning
i've got a press gang looking after me.
i'll awaken sometime on the morrow.
by then we'll be
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