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Setting sun combusting hurling bombshells at atomic skies
Silenced by the voices that were speaking
So he tried another therapist every other weekend

my mom
Bro, stop shitting on my Jorts

BLaaaahhhhh

I just took a shit in my pants for the fourth time this weekend
RAHH!

Where do you think birds

The weekend it's gone 
There's nothing to turn you on
Where are all the birds ?
All i see is streetlights 

You had your drems
But it seems you

tongue
I hope it’s the weekend
Three little birds humming Estrelar
Not a worry in the world, going nowhere fast
It a go by If ya got a phone out yeah
Live

The birds were singing in the trees and the fish were jumping at the creek.
You had your cane pole in hand and fresh worms you dug for bait. You’re walking

Summer days
Family days
By the park
Winter days
'Round the fire

That is how we grew up

All the weekends; holidays
Cousins meet at Grandma's house

Some of us pro and don't need ID
I speak and the birds open up they beaks
Fly fly from inside, slow motion speed
Loose senses, drop your britches

dem meds
Their lives are a mess
Every day’s full of stress

Stuck in the endz, lost in the trends 
Another weekend, not a red cent
A dozen of mates

seeping
Plus rock a shit eating grin for the weekend
It's all the same in Ukraine, unsurprised fame
Getting denied by some size queens
He fine, he's not

rehearsals and ornament parties weekends that go by too fast
Staying up late just to wrap all the presents
And praying the paper will last
You might think

On the Streets

Skrewdriver

Boots & Braces/Voice of Britain

2006

everybody with the same brush
Remember, birds of a feather don't always flock together these days
So don't get carried away by the sight of us


(Repeat