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Artists:

The Torquays


Albums:

A Date with the Torquays (The Torquays)


Mad John came down from Birmingham very hastily
And from Borstal he had ran
He made it down to Torquay
Good boy Mad John

Mad John holed up
In
never been a man who wasn't bitten by the bug

Yeah, rockin' and rollin' with the bug
Rollin' and strollin' with the bug
Itchin' and twitchin', singin'
Everybody doin' cartwheels baby,
But you're still in bed
You can tell me it's your nature, girl
But I don't buy that
I can tell you like to lie
Just by
Drown us in sorrow
Feed us more lies
Wake me up tomorrow
Strap me up to the nines

Senseless reason
Nervous twitchin'
Tis the season
Let's go fishin'
If you need love with no condition
Let's Do the Do honey I'm on a mission'

Ain't no mistakin', my body's shakin'
My soul's been taken
By a Devil
to the end

I, I, I can't understand you, leavin' them beauties forlorn
It's time to take the old bull by the horn
Come on Dominic, Dominic, they're
and vision,  
Street car collisions and all. 

We got the G-men on a mission,  
They can't catch up at all.  
Well, won't you have that motor twitchin
that motor twitchin'
When I come running by?
anne i'm just a wild twitchin' junkie in a punk rock band
i'm tellin you ann
i'll be your friend till the end of the family plan
i promise you ann
Well I said honey you don't know me
But I feel like I know you
Do you mind if I come in
It'll only take a minute or two
And by the way, I really
Wall to wall a tv´s twitchin´
Clearly not a muse
Then flashin´ through the interference
Beams a thousand tunes
This is tomorrow
This is tomorrow's callin'
Wishin` you were here
Layin' in my hotel bedroom
Feelin' ceilin' blues
Wall to wall a TV's twitchin'
Clearly not a muse
I had angels, a gang of angels by my side 
Livin' lucky, golden girl, with an easy ride 

Little worry, loads of time, yeah 
Wasn't it enough?
to the north and south
Can't make enough spit just to wet my mouth

I'm alone
Nobody standin' by me
I'm feelin' dry as the breeze
Nowhere to fill my
I'm steppin' out on the streets again 
Cos I'm tortured by demons, winged beasts and carrions 
The air is alive with dagger and poisons 
Almost
made by men with itty bitty penises 

The streets of this world they are my playground I explore them 

Meet somebody I don't like and I ignore them
pretty little trigger finger was twitchin' by her side
And Clyde was cleanin' his fingernails with a foot long Bowie Knife
I brung 'em back
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting’ double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin’ Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
I hope you're ready for me
Now gather round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got
the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
it seems
Tourin the country in a big ass bus
Fulfillin my dreams smokin buds is a must
Now a days is rough Babylon is a bitch
I'm twitchin and dippin
that's lying
Hide the crying, tears in the pocket
A fool for the interlude that introduced the moshpit
Exhausted by the storm, before the calm
Holding
world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather 'round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey
like I'm trippin on tussin
Fussin with the girls they waste my time,
Thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
Crucified by the critics everyday,
yo world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all