Lyrics:
of Tricky Dicky's Gonna Mother Hubbard soft-soap me With just a pocketful of hope money for dope Money for rope I'm sick to death of seeing things From
But not especially for me It's no good us going on It's no good you trying to soft-soap me (No good baby) It's no good I'm telling you It's no good
especially for me It's no good us going on It's no good you trying to soft-soap me (No good baby) It's no good I'm telling you It's no good all we ever do is
Sleeping masters roused to burning homes from beds. Steeping toddlers plucked from their watery deaths: ribbons, plaques and soft-soap are
believer In cloaks we pass You can check the scent of fear The cost of freedom Freedom Cast in rocks & rocks Don't soft-soap me The limp excuse Please more
Sleeping masters roused to burning homes from beds. Steeping toddlers plucked from their watery deaths: ribbons, plaques and soft-soap are
I can't wait to departure Eventually I will take off And leave them ever-circling marchers To suck up, soft-soap and scoff I will soar like a reborn
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