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and kids niffing Ronseal
The run down, the hard up and the national health
And it's Jimmy Bloody Tarburbuck on a Sunday as well

Friends, Romans, country
to have a quiet fuck with a chook,
And I think I'm bloody dyin', like I've been fumbled by a truck,
On me knees out in the dunny, Sunday mornin', throwin'
we'll be getting home by
The light is thin that I'll be holding you by
Not too soon

Winter chills us like a bloody Sunday
But you and I have
on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?)  They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all)  Police are at the door
the Magnum was by
I met a liitle girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well
And every Sunday evening, out in her home, I'd dwell
We went to take an evening walk about
I met a liitle girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well,
And every Sunday evening, out in her home I'd dwell,
We went to take an evening walk
I met a little girl in Knoxville a town we all know well
And every Sunday evening out in her home I'd dwell
We went to take an evening walk about
I met a little girl from Knoxville a town we all know well
And every Sunday evenin? inside her home I dwelled
We went to take an evenin? stroll
Douching for dollars
Bimbo to scholar
Oh we positively sparkled on TV

From Full Frontal Fridays
To Flashback Ruby Tuesdays
Lazy Sunday Bloody Mary Sundays
I've been a deadly toy
Lead by the-threads of my senses
Don't don't think I'm lost for joy
Cause I hope she's ready for life's dance

How to let
I've been a deadly toy
Lead by the-threads of my senses
Don't don't think I'm lost for joy
Cause I hope she's ready for life's dance

How to let
I met a little girl in Knoxville
A town we all know well
And every Sunday evening
In her home I'd dwell
We went to take an evening walk
About
I met a liitle girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well
And every Sunday evening, out in her home, I'd dwell
We went to take an evening walk about
I met a little girl in Knoxville
A town we all know well
And every Sunday evening
Out in her home I'd dwell

We went to take an evening walk
About
Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden, last vision the lark is flame.
The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen,
Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden
Last vision the lark is flame
The cattle shed gives off the smell of Sunday kitchen
There's a noble fleet of whalers 
They're sailing from Dundee
Manned by British sailors 
That take them o'er the sea
On a western ocean passage
My heart dropped to the floor. Could you pick it up for me? I swear Ill get out the stains of my own bloody heart. I just don't want you to leave me
I met a little girl in Knoxville
A town we all know well
And every sunday evening
In her home I'd dwell
We went to take an evening walk
About
(There's gonna be a killin after midnight)

Say what?

Niggas bustin caps on a Sunday
I'm ridin through the park with my white six bloody
Wait a second, draw back, ban this here I come
Stick this business, stock me up, they took me coat with a stun gun
On a Sunday, a bloody Sunday, so
dealer
Quick to make decisions and I'm
Quick to get my blast on
Do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on
Rollin' up out the cut deeper than Atlantis
at night, somethin' ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
Or is it that clown last
right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot?
on the phone, oh shit, I'm frying it
Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this?
I think I'll, pull out my suit for Sunday service
My little brother