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Johnny Moped  

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you've got moped eyes
I can see through your lies, 'cos you've got moped eyes 

Safe house for suffering
Shitbags and shattering sighs
Sore eyes,
gravelrash!
Burning on your ass
Gravelrash.

stay away from those cheap mopeds
Dangerous on the road protect your head
Enjoy the sun the beach and the smiles
As I lie here in the bathtub
I ponder
And I wonder, why did they take her
And squeeze her life away

Paparazzi on mopeds
Fresh air in their
Listen to the crunching
Music of the crashing
Mopeds all around her
Painted with the burning
Powders of exotic
Funerals that surround her
the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him
England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm
I've got your name
Got your notebook 
Cellphone look
Population
An invitation to die
And all the faces
Mopeds can't collide
It's fascination
on a moped speeds through the park 
To Killroy's Renaissance the Temple of Art 
Signs with a flourish and makes it his own 
Pockets his pencil and slyly
moped up tears as the hours drag
There's a suitcase gone and there's an empty drawer
There's a broken cup lying on the floor
There are questions asked
I went to the moped store, said what if
Salesman's like what up, what's your budget?
And I'm like honestly, I don't know nothing about mopeds
He
well
I wish you well

Oh, my Adeline
I watch your morning swim again
Oh, cold from the blue sky
Strokes from passing mopeds
My sweet Adeline
the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him
the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him
coming on strong
We used to hit the streets and go swimming in our birthday suits

Skiing in a bar ditch behind a moped
13 stitches on the corner
or first class mail
Get on the back of a Nightingale
Just get to me I don't care just get to me
Prokeds, mopeds take a limousine instead

They ain't cheap
sitt an´n Diek inne Walachei.
Op eenmol deit dat dor so´n luden Knall,
Dat weer de Utpuff vun sien Moped al.
Dat weer warm, dat weer Mai
Un he weer
Road Rage Knuckles are white and my face is bright red 
Roadrage... Doin 65 on a suped up moped roadrage... is that you who gave me the finger?
of his book
He heard another bell
And a braying mustache (?)
And a moped started up
Sounding like a chainsaw
Of tiny firecrackers
And he smelled tire
I went to the Moped store, said fuck it
Salesman's like what up, what's your budget?
And I'm like honestly, I don't know nothing about Mopeds
He
with the Tesla boys
Baby Benjamin Franklin, watch me veg
DJ Tanner, swanky pumps, moped music
Costco samples like a motherfucker
Uh, crank up
snaking the door
Same old faces from the night before
They got 'em dope heads and co-eds, mopeds and Harleys
All hangin' out now at Carlos and Charlie's
a moped, moped, moped

It's like a bad movie 
She is lookin' through me 
If you were me, then you'd be 
Screamin' "Someone shoot me!" 
As I fail
And I ain't got no season pass
All I got's a moped, moped, moped

It's like a bad movie
She is lookin' through me
If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin'
Turkey for you and 
Turkey for me 
Can't believe Tyson 
Gave that girl V.D. 

White meat, dark meat 
You just can't lose 
I fell off my moped

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