Lyrics:
shuffled in a slightly different order each day.
Just like a modern shopping centre.
And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold.
It's so cold yeah, it's so
the centre now moshpit
If you lips in the rave lost it
Jack n jill went up the hill
Na I lied that's cap they popped it
How many tings in the dance too many
U
shuffled
In a slightly different order each day
Just like a modern shopping centre
And it's so cold
Yeah, it's so cold
What is this feeling called
the centre of our gravity gently shifts to become
Mutual, something between two
bodies who accompany one another through
This world
I want you near and far
I
vamping in the midnight
This bird is centre breast
Deep fried and you turned dyke
You ain't seen the worst yet
Whizzing through your area, swerve
breasts from afar,
For so long.
[Chorus]
Listen to the old generation,
We are here to help you through.
If you need some information,
I can help
of me
The shadows grow longer
A man in Russian uniform bends over me
The enemy
I aim my revolver at his breast
I cannot fire
His bayonet tears my jacket
fun is here
Sex is sin, sin is fun
Come one, come all, in the end just COME
You've got to ... move into the centre, or
Or just break, and enter
We wanna
the nightmare?
Never despair
Still time to spare
But they do not care about you
Capital letters crossing the breast
Are you learning your lesson?
Did they get you
a debt we cannot manage
A damaged pound of flesh from the breasts of Eves daughters
The collective suicide provided a sacrificial slaughter
For the one
wanna merk me
But I told him that's bro man I've known him from early
I'm in the town centre with the fragrance
Caught a couple dead stares Fuckin with
Serato from the left wing,
Juicy Mango’s ammo is like arrows manifesting,
Shots fired from a wok eye and a breast ring,
He’ll be rocking shows and then be
it down low
Make me think of places that we really can't go
Cause, right now you the spotlight
Centre of attention wanna have you be all mine
It's
ties
Die coddling proseperous toddlers with swollen eyes
I ought to be resting between the breasts of mother fuck
Smother us completely so that we may
man
If you put me on the line you know I never miss
Send em'
Yeah the way I ball you know I got to play the centre
Even when it's cold I be the hottest
soul reaching
Bumpy heart touching
Jazzy like jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe
I'm bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast
And be dead centre chest like
soul reaching
Bumpy heart touching
Jazzy like jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe
I'm bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast
And be dead centre chest like
they're PJs but because they're stained
Last week I wore my PJs all day
to the job centre then to get a take away
I gets up late I haven't got dressed
So
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