Lyrics:
and the trees and the sky
Freight train ride, don't pass me by
Freight train ride, please Lord don't pass me by
Ran out of money outside of Memphis
I hitchhiked
freight
No matter that it's Lismore in the year of 98
My first trip would be to Sydney, a thousand k's away
My girlfriend had moved down there nursing for
Tell em all to keep looking
Yeh
2020 on the way
Yeh
Tell the agent keep booking
I know I'ma make it 'cause they told me that I couldn't
We been doing
Drinking from puddles, eating bushes and hedges,
Keeping it local, doing my bit.
Drinking the blood of local property agents,
Keeping it local, doing
Praying for patience
Red pill, man duck from the agents
Come against us, are you brazen
What I'm saying is super like Goku
If you don't know me, I
a savior
Best things are green now pimp and get your paper
High off the ground instead of skyscraper
Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we major
walk down the street,
All the girls that I meet
Say: "he's a gangster of love"
(Yeah!)
I robbed a local beauty contest,
for their first place
the girls that I meet
Say he's a gangster of love
Yeah
I robbed the local beauty contest
For their first place winner
They found her with me out in
I drive all day at hauling freight until I get my fill
And after five I'm always found at Dottie's Bar and Grill
I talked with all the local crowd
light
At the local bar and grill
Find a down and dirty woman
Well I'm gonna take my fill
Look right into her bloodshot eyes and
Scream my honey, I'm
members of the American Indian Movement
And the FBI and then the local sheriffs, state troopers
Two agents were killed and one Indian was murdered
walk down the street,
All the girls that I meet
Say: "he's a gangster of love"
(Yeah!)
I robbed a local beauty contest,
for their first place
started choking on a Hot Pocket
The IRS agent served Tony some papers
And Bill's gay lover turned him out in the local press
Jimmy turned the corner
Clean (Oh shit!)
After the drill clean up with Fabuloso (Fabulo)
Move secret agent with two double O's (Two double O's)
I don't got opps cause them n*****
Any day now, Quadron Wilson will be released from prison early
He's the man who was surrounded by more than 20 local, state, and federal agents
the girls that I meet
Say: "he's a gangster of love" (yeah)
I robbed a local beauty contest
For their first place winner
They found her with me out in
much where I'm going and I don't need much right here
I'm on the move
Well I sold all my records at the local record store
I made just under 90 bucks
At the local bar and grill
Find a down and dirty woman
Well I'm gonna take my fill
Look right into her bloodshot eyes and
Scream my honey, I'm gonna make you
We were just river kids
Pickin' up stones like David did
Watchin' them longnecks break off of freight train bridge
We went to church in a Detroit
sucked
Agent of all things deep-sixed
I feel like I was put here to keep the crypt
I get tired of bread, I might eat the rich
I ain't seen a leader,
dilemma, like sitting on, Venus
with no shuttle, treeless
Try and pick apart some Agent Orange perception
Catch frontal lobe damage and not manage correction
le local rien qu'ça bibi
Les p'tit's ont lâché les bricolages
Pour faire que des cambriolages
Ah ouais mon gars faut du biff' avant l'âge
A Sevran qui
nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny
his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have mercy on his soul"
They all play
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