Lyrics A.B.C. Dicks Love - He Said

A.B.C. Dicks Love

Time on my wrist
Faces to twist
Without any reason
The seasons exist
Head in clouds
No one’s speaking
Something in the water
The sheep keep eating
Lips smacking
Wolves attacking
Something in the diet
Must be lacking
Misses many
Jumbos stacking
Soft underbelly
The youth are all ticking
A balance a credit
Value vandals
Four star offers
Paper scandals
Time on my wrist
Faces to twist
Without any reason
The seasons exist
Without roots
Movement persists
Who who are you?
Where where are you?
Duracell rabbits
Choppers scanning
A.B.C.
dicks love violation
Smoking symbols
A shotgun license
Shed loads of crumbs
Fat full of cats
Batman’s flag
Bizzard’s my metro
Square transport
Wheel on ground
A shot VB
A mashed up grill
A thunderbird barrels
Buy shares in hell
Time on my wrist
Faces to twist
Without any reason
The seasons exist
Without roots
Movement persists
Who who are you?
Where where are you?
Line up get up
My ceiling’s low
Will you?
Won’t you
Return to go
Sharpshooting beauties
They know the score
Haven’t been caught
They broke the law
Head in clouds
No one’s speaking
Something in the water
The sheep keep drinking
Lips smacking
Wolves attacking
Something in the diet
Must be lacking
Time on my wrist
Faces to twist
Without any reason
The seasons exist
Without roots
Movement persists
Who who are you?
Where where are you?
Time on my wrist
Faces to twist
Without any reason
The seasons exist
Who who are you?
Where where are you?
Who who are you?
Where where are you?
Who who are you?
Where where are you?
Who who are you?
Where where are you?