| Take your brother down to the sea
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| Have a two’s on a cigarette
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| Young sons mosey on happily
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| No facts on the soviet
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| Crowded room that fits just 3
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| Takes 4 do you connect
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| All this shit means fuck all to me
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| Long livers in the sub sect
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| So crazy Billy J. Jones
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| He robs banks all just for the shits
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| Man alone gigglin' so stoned
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| Pick up the phone
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| Coz that money i lent
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| You said was just a loan
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| You’re danger prone
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| With too much gel and a
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| With his dads cologne
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| Leave me alone
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| Coz now you come down
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| And you just gone over the town oh oh.
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| And after about 10 dear minutes
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| He was back in the game
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| Thought he was done man, thought he was finished
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| He’s back up again
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| And after about 10 dear minutes
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| He was back in the game
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| Thought he was done man, thought he was finished
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| He’s back up again.
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| A tainted brain of intoxication
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| Purple hearts might ask her
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| On the transistor
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| Said that you missed her
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| Looking for selectors
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| And found no one better than you
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| With bother boy blues
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| Pick up their oh, take up the avenues
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| And talk like you do what you do
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| Kickin' out time
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| Coz now you come down
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| And its for who the belt owes
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| And after about 10 dear minutes
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| He was back in the game
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| Thought he was done man, thought he was finished
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| He’s back up again
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| And after about 10 dear minutes
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| He was back in the game
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| Thought he was done man, thought he was finished
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| He’s back up again |