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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