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Date of issue: 28.01.2008
Song language: English
6 Foot 5 |
Cold March morning northern California back in 1973 |
He grew up quick and told that he was nothing till the day he turned 16 |
Broke outta town though he left a trail of violence a mile wide |
No one knew little Jay Woods would end up Six Foot Five |
Five days a week he’s working late shift at the C.B.S. |
Lumberyard |
On the weekend he plays a little Rock And Roll on his 100 dollar bass guitar |
How do you survive on those nickels and dimes his mother once did say |
Put down your guitar get a good job cause Rock and Roll doesn’t pay no it don’t |
Skinhead Roots Reggae Rock & Roll on parole |
He said I don’t wanna be poor no fucking more |
Big Jay’s got no problem unless you wanna start one I suggest that you don’t |
Stay if you wanna make trouble he’s quick to bust your bubble and send you on |
your way |
Bustin our jaws his friends are outlaws |
From their boots to their mutton chops |
Most hated crew you know that they are true to the punx in the bastards |