Lyrics:
you 50 pence
Snitch you make me switch you sound and look just like a bitch
Whether you're poor or whether you're rich I'll leave you lyin' in
offenders, supreme folders
One-twenty bomb holders let 'em off and explode
The battlefield haunting, the daunting
Wu-Tang dance, deadly emits six pence
and the pence
And the dollars and cents, oh we lose?
(Oh Simon) Are you atoms in a jam jar?
(Simon) Are you somewhere in my soul?
(Simon) Are you nothing but
1-2 1-2
I walked around for hours
Two ten-pence pieces in my hand
I was alone and freezing
Still trying hard to understand you
I left
'Cause he was Lord of the Lightning,
Though "socially frightening",
But never out to sell.
Their nickels and pence
Meant more than did sense,
he was Lord of the Lightning,
Though "socially frightening",
But never out to sell.
Their nickels and pence
Meant more than did sense,
And not
away
The lover who really loved
The dancer who danced
To the last song
Don't wanna take sides
Don't wanna make sense
Of pounds and pence
I want to be
You know when you've gone way past the negotiation stage?
I cannot make money and still make sense
Fuck your pounds, fuck your pence
Fuck your
much sun will burn!
When you're feeling tired and lonely
You see people going home
You can't make the train fare
Or the six pence for the phone
you're wearing?
Money's ugly confidence
You sacrificed the poem of your imagination
For these pounds and pence
Me, I take the cynic's role
Throw scorn
contracts with the devil, bust guys iller
We flatten your town like Godzilla
Whether guilt is a skrilla, Franks or banks, five pence or ten cents
Whatever
Co-coming out in her clothes
Going up and down on this pole
Need them bills to pay her bills
Gangsta shit do we really bound
Pence a second they hanging down
offenders, supreme folders
One-twenty bomb holders let em off and explode
The battefield haunting the daunting
Wu-Tang dance deadly emits six pence
Spiral
looked up I looked out a window
Where there a fair maid I chanced to spy
I called her in we spent two and two pence
And all remaining was a crooked boy
I
Trust, fling you over that fence, next time
Think about consequence
You batty boy, if you had sense
You would not ask Jme for ten pence
Serious, I know you
of a couple of pence.
I took my bag into a grocer's store,
The price is higher than the time before,
Old mand asked me why is it more.
I said you should
three pence you can buy one
Full right to the brim
So of course I had to have one
In fact I ordered three
So I could watch the golf girl
Could see
you know the prices they're in pounds and pence
Reminds me that I can't afford to buy new clothes
I never got a chance to say I'll take those
I
and pence
God wants guilders
God wants Kroner
God wants Swiss francs
God wants French francs
Oui il veut des francs francais
God wants escudos
God
a kilt, when I'm cleaning windows
At the coronation I'll commence to work where crowds are very dense
And let me stand for eighteen pence, instead
Dress my friends up just for show
See them as they really are
Put a peephole in my brain
Two New Pence to have a go
I'd like to be a gallery
Put you
Mon corps se pence
Ma main s'entends
Prends du gravier
Un morcean blanc de coquille
Pour un instant
Un mugissement
L'antique mer
Rempli cet
What need you being come to sense
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer until
You've dried
a kilt, when I'm cleaning windows
At the coronation I'll commence to work where crowds are very dense
And let me stand for eighteen pence, instead
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