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round and going round

Cos if the tin run out
Gonna be in trouble
(Gonna be in trouble if the tin run out)
And if the tin run out
Won't it be a pity
she's driving away in that limousine
And I'm holdin' on
Like a tin can on a string.

Somewhere in my mind,
I'm the one by her side.
In that backseat,
friend?
he's built like a song
the valley of Tin Pan *
is where he belongs
by chance, we fight
by chance, struck a chord
we'll stand tonight
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
We go down to the river where the willows weep
Take a naked root for
droning out of a tin can
Thinking about the rain under the sweatshirt hood
Listen to the noise on the battery tape deck
A Judas train wreck, anonymous
droning out of a tin can
Thinking about the rain under the sweatshirt hood
Listen to the noise on the battery tape deck
A Judas train wreck, anonymous
out of a tin can
Thinking about the remand of a social hurt

Listening to noise on the battery tape deck
A Judas train wreck anonymous suspect
best not miss

As we go a little somethin' like dis
Come on
Aha
We go a little somethin' like dis

Yeah the crowd rocks in the house
Top billin'
my favorite

My favorite songs go by, people stare
You know they need a lot of oxygen 
And like to wash their hair
And I can build a telephone out
occur,
Lock the doors, turn the music loud,
Till our eardrums blow out,

We'll create a buzz,
So much,
All the neighborhood will come by,
Cause all we are,
was just like a vacation
And I'm sure we had us some fun
It was just like a vacation
And I swear we even sat out in the sun
You see my mother owned
and they after me
Homies dove to the back
And dove out the window like Fall Guy
We in the mix, hittin fence after fence
Rin Tin Tin picked up the scent
They
YOLO, I’mma shout it out
We party hard, we yell it out
Disrespect me, knock him out
Crack a smile, Pacquiao
Fuck the VIP, I’m in the crowd
Me and Britney,
body movin' with the A-1 sound sound so soothing

Flame on, I'm gone
I'm so sweet like a nice bon bon
Came out rapping when I was born
Mom said rock
the party
Cracking right here fuck V.I.P
Now when my baby loves me
Home wit tears in her eyes
And when I get in, I hurt her more by tellin her lies
She
these hoes love me 

Because I'm a star 
I can't even cop a drink at the bar 
Get me some bottles of that Remi Mar-tin 
Let's get the party
the shit just spit now it's dirt
Death pressing ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work
Stand by the grand high exalted
At your door with
to the manor house to pay the Great Patroon

We had taken our wilderness
And turned the Earth to bounty by the rake's caress
Never owning what we tilled
gets out of hand
A car in the fridge, a fridge in the car
Like cowboys do in TV land

You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't
there
You're a part of the production line
You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines
Get out of the pack, before they peel you back

Arrive
of the production line
You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines
Get out of the pack before they peel you back

Arrive at the office spot on time
of the production line,
You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines,
Get out of the pack, before they peel you back.

Arrive at the office, spot on time,
the car?
Like cowboys do - in T.V. land

You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh?

So get back to work an' sweat some more
The sun will sink an' we'll get out
to a telephone booth.

We'll call the moon and see what's up
I've got some change in this little tin cup
We'll say that the shadow is growin' dim
And we need
the party
Cracking right here fuck V.I.P
Now when my baby loves me
Home wit tears in her eyes
And when I get in, I hurt her more by tellin her lies
She