| Found one bullet that can penetrate angels
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| Looking straight down at these 28 staples
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| See my age like a semi-buff unhinged bitch in denial that could never stay
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| faithful
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| Got the wench in bed with my past with the rave crew bright eyes drenched in
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| the dark
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| They were spewing out chewed up news from a few years back, can you hear that?
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| (Bruv, where the beer at?)
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| Seventeen teenage kicks to the cranium foot-long wound full of tough titanium
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| Snapped arm swinging in the Mediterranean, steps to developing the flesh of an
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| alien
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| The perils of a rock-star spread with his brains ripped out
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| When the flames lick round the horizon
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| The shock set the sea alight freeing every demon I see at night
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| Skipping on a wave of excitement
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| It’s strange
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| Rip every plug from the mains
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| Excuse my excuses delusional thoughts mix well with the numbness
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| A cocktail best served dashed in the drain
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| So retreat, tie up the noose with your teeth
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| Leap from the black and blue world at your feet
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| See 'em swing see 'em twitch, I was busy banging chicks getting fucked with the
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| freaks
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| And just when you think you surpassed mortality, master of all in a cardboard
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| galaxy
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| The last black hole threw my passport back at me, a border control handcuffed
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| to reality
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| Bleep bleep, shackle him
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| Old men in hospital gowns stammering
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| It just takes one gallon of paraffin
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| To burn a whole planet of inanimate mannequins
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| And either, I’ll strike the match for you and back away a diamond encrusted
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| creature or
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| We can all morph into plastic in shop front displays at the rave at the front
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| left speaker
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| A second rate jesus with scarlet fever turns old single malt to bacardi breezer
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| on the corner
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| And talks with a dark demeanor about that regression
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| Eureka
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| Summertime and the living was simple, uncut Bolivian and hideous crystal
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| Star prize for the millionth ring-pull, if its gone too far give me a signal
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| Taking care of yourself is a mugs game freeze in excitement and melt in the
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| mundane
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| I’ll be right here, trippin' out bobbing up and down
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| Ripping out limbs and I wouldn’t make one change
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| Well, well, well
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| I might make one
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| Shit
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| Stick around for the ice-age son, son
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| Slip a bright tin on a soul-snapping par
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| Yeah, shit, but never pick at that volcanic scar
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| Stepping in a parallel dimension, filled full of maggots and their paranoid
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| henchmen
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| An awkward exchanges by collard up cracks an amputee geeks at the grim-out
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| convention
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| Spill out the bedroom, tramp in a slut-suit swing for your outline,
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| rape your reflection
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| A pig-headed chef force feeds an infection, a stump-toothed child with a
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| six-figure pension
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| Cue for the cheque, the wrinkles on the rips never suited my flesh
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| I was stretched on a next front page of the rocket fuel catalogue
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| Smashed mirrors glued to my chest, high-v
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| Still grimey, slumped in the stocks
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| Funny how we all must’ve shrunk in the wash
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| But could never stay clean, forever eighteen
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| Take 28 reasons to renovate, scream |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 28 Staples, artist - Jam Baxter. Album song ...So We Ate Them Whole, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп