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mate and a rough skipper, too.

We'll sell all our salt cod, molasses and rum
And get home again ‘fore Thanksgiving has come.

Sing goodbye to Elsie

suspect trout
Oh, what a trooper 
The pizza at Carnival is super
Strip mall in Port Jeff catch me checkin out their pooper
The joke is you could make salt

Salt Fare, North Sea

Chumbawamba

Readymades

2002

alone
One thousand lashes
For the Age of Reason
Salt for your wounds
When the cod's in season
Salt fare, North Sea (repeats)
We reach the horizon

out there, my ship will be

Haddock and Cod, salt-dried and hung
From the Great Banks, fishers are we-
Sometimes at night the rigging be callin'
Lost

of so many kids who are Black and Brown
That's why I can't overlook em so many make me proud
A wise Sheppard seared black cod wit salt pepper
Pardon

with the face blue
Face blue huh yuh yuh
Take one
Do it one take, I don't got no day
Ones
Cannot trust, I be followed by some fake ones
COD zombies yeah

like the one on COD
All my victims' families turning Christian now they pray to God
Unstable I'm more numb each passing day from messing with the mob

than Salt Bae
Blood, sweat, tears, still we made more cheese than Parkay
Catch you out in traffic, up them Dracs and make your car shake
How the fuck

with tartare sauce. (bombombombom)
Fish (Ahhhh)
Or with salt & vinegar.

Haddock.
Haddocks are cool.
Salmon
Fishes live in schools.
And they're not

still hype over runtz
C.O.D no fronts
I ain't like these chumps
Racks on racks on racks on racks
I been doin my thang
My life goin great right now I can

that bag all he gotta do is clean it
I been going mobile all day 
No bando trappin out the Camry 
C.O.D cash on delivery 
Keep my hand up swanning in

can rob (Okay)
Leave em' there like oh my god (Yeah)
I think I should pray to god (Uh huh)
Hit him we not playing COD (Yeah)
Send him up he meeting god

the offset to temp for smoking
Beef just salt pepper for seasoning
Homemade sauce for the pull pork feasting
Got time to lift weights for some beasting

climbed out and we ran for our lives.
And then you pressed your lips upon my face –
Oh the salt of your skin, I still can taste
And I swore that I would

whole family
Be pulling itachis I'll be the last man standing like it's PUBG
Gotta start ramping up my kill count
Like I'm playing COD with OCD

Cuanto quedo rallado, salt and pepper
Ya to' colado en el plato, todo clean and clever
Really bitch, more than ever
Take a Chill Pill, babe
Fuckin' Mac

emotion
Did it with no help
Do all this shit without no effort
From the raq, bitch, I'm a stepper
If I come, then he come
My shit salt, his shit pepper
I

barometer is telling me she won't be bothered
(Not at all)
'Cause I'm artist and you're a fucking potato
Sitting on the couch all day playing COD
You're fired

gjøre alt, jeg er så kald
strør litt salt, lar en hater synge waltz, syng litt waltz for meg

Drip på min tee som jeg sølte
Jeg er en baller, gir en F i

cah they know I got the season like I’m salt bae
You better shower me with flowers I need every drop
I gave ‘em Come My Way as if I’m Fetty Wap
When I