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You will not have to pay 360 quid for a standard class open return from Manchester to London.

Because crony capitalism will not be tolerated
You

Love on a Farmboy's Wages

XTC

Mummer

1983

Shilling for the fellow with a wife for keeping 
How can we feed love on a farmboy's wages? 

Deep under winter snow 
Deep lay the lambs 
And tonight by

witnesses and I don't need no notary
Tongue and cheek, got them captivated by my poetry
Dealing property, call it pushing P
Never bird watching , probably why

got a Colt 15, I got an M16
I got a bullshit charge
That bitch that lied on me
Tattoos on my face card cause
I don't want no job

I'm too much, I talk

on the side
The game stitched y'all I'm doin' my job
Go up against enormous odds
Wouldn't break a sweat, money make her bet
Funny son you threat, well I

Stay Cool

The Roots

The Tipping Point

2004

The game stitched y'all I'm doin' my job
Go up against enormous odds
Wouldn't break a sweat, money make her bet
Funny son you threat, well I ain't shakin'

slap
I don’t buy no liquor I don’t buy no drugs
I don’t pay for pussy either
I always get what I want
Your girl hit me up like
Can you be here by 1
Fuck

Will you stay by me if I spend another year writing sad songs about myself?
Will you comfort me if I spend another evening incapable of breathing?

I

will die to protect the other
Shield to shield, spear to spear
Tonight the banquet will be in hell

Step by step we walk to the strait
The mountains will

Two guys Now facing a pandemic 
Next to Las Vegas 
But they don't have money 

These two guys 
They are two Brazilians 
Looking for jobs 
Without sanity

to the doctor
Had to get me a pill
He looked at me
Said you just gotta chill
There's nothing nothing I can do

I was stopped by a lawman
He said you're travelling

pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say are you married
We'll so no man,
But you can do the job when you're in town
Later on we'll conspire 
As we dream

Punkhouse

Screeching Weasel

Kill the Musicians

1995

dance on the couch stuff a potato in your mouth la la la life goes by way too fast to spend it working for somebody else it don't make any sense if you

energy
Looking cute why you tense don't be scared of me
Shawty Rock them shorts very well do 360
All my coins in the well but she don't like me huh
I try

by the sights and the sounds and the stars
On the streets
How do I eat
There's no jobs
For ex cons
Get some dirt
What's it hurt
Got caught out
Now it's

Blue Cheese

The U.M.C.'s

Wild Pitch Classics

1994

on teachings that orchestrate my kingdom
Based upon elements of lyrics I bring them
Stone by stone (but did you build it alone?)
No kid was prone to seek it

Revealing Too Much

The Honorary Title

Anything Else But the Truth

2004

I'd work the same job and play the same bars on every weekend
As the graffiti scrolls by

Please don't allow your voice to fade
Don't fall so weak

line
And when she found I quit
Hit with 360 deals like a roundhouse kick
That could never be me (never)
Shit, nothing's better than free

Wins embedded

Ready to spazz , ain’t talking about emotion
God kept me on a straight line 
They was tryna have a piece of mine 
Have it 360 
Having it going around

Sitting filling out the book of lies
While the sky is grey and your mother tell you something
"Get a steady job 'cos you can have fun in

Nawet Kubę zżarł ten bies
Dalej nie miał już okazji
I pod płotem zdechł jak pies

Hej hej Dunia ma
Dunia diewoczka maja

Z wszystkich lądów oceanów

It's a fucked up world, a fucked up place
Everybody's judged by their fucked up face
Fucked up dreams, fucked up life
Fucked up job with fucked up

This old highway seems so lonesome
When you're going where you've been
And a lonesome song can make you cry
Time and time again
By listenin'

not like the rest
Then I fucked that hoe over I shouldve just left
Then I bust a new check like Nike 
We making movie no spike lee
360 windmill like