Lyrics:
and knees I cannot finish
Tatts tatts, on my fuckin body, like a menace
Smokin by the pound
Lean lean, double cup right now
Green bean, knock your hoe till
made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass by the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh, yes
Those
One night a half 'a dozen tourists
Spent the night together in Trafalgar Square
A fortnight's tour on the Continent was planned
And each had his
twenty dollars and it wasn't worth a buck
Hustled to a losman down Poppies Lane
By a Javanese guy in a tropical rainstorm
Lock up your daughters, I've been
A couple talks through sidewalks by the water
Up a bridge way over Venice waves at night
As I listen close to ones and O's converge in words through
a fifty, and give away ye pennies
Not to be trusted, gang busted, and rugged
Tourists Subject to loss so keep your eyes on your luggage
Towns that never
how things go
His friends knew him by the name of Bingo
As he turned up the volume on the hot new single
(Turn it up son!)
From Looptroop his
free from sight
'Cause ninety-six quite bitter beings
Like to stack the bodies high
The only way to ever leave is
Overflooded by the storm
sift through culture run amok
but our rhythm is still boom-boom-chuck.
The whole world to us is now a theme park.
The tourist takes the traveler's place,
Outgrew the tourist eye
Cheap wine, warms up the night
Living by the words to Nevermind
This garden of thoughts, is all that we've got left
So I'll
manurism, a maniac with manuscripts
I'm the, I'm the Little Monster spittin' the purest raps
People linin' up like I'm a tourist trap, I'm sure of that
My
no shoes no job no wife
Side walks full of bystanders and tourists
Wantin' a taste of the gypsy thing
Rockin' to the loud guitars
Rebels
by John Williamson
Where ancient mountains are whittled down
Millions of years to a little mound
Where giant feet are fossil found
I see
revolutionized Fellies for Timbo?s
He?s the star in his own music video,
Jacob the jeweller?s asleep on his arm
Been off duty since he nicked it off some tourist
staring out at a waterspout
I'm breathing in the breeze
The tourists watch the surfers watch the waves
Quarter past dead
With my heart full of my head
on this earth
But there?s some here that hail from the moon
Like the nuthouse-kateers and the brown-baggied beers
Drunk by drunks who have drunk here for
black
Pay the bill and keep on walking
Get a hole in your back
Two faded tourists
Their visas have long expired
Two forgotten journalists
Whose
black
Pay the bill and keep on walking
Get a hole in your back
Two faded tourists
Their visas have long expired
Two forgotten journalists
Whose
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