| There’s fire in her eyes in the altercation
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| She blames her poverty on her parents generation
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| She says they sniffed it up their nose, now they want our payments
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| It’s fucking cold in here, the landlord’s trying to make us vagrants
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| And Jacky, our whiskey buddy, hits him with an iron fist
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| The landlord goes down swinging while you drink your buddy’s piss
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| I don’t know what to do now that I’m definitely on a list
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| I just sit back, drink brew with Coca-Cola communists
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| I’m glad you came and turned up next to me
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| Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
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| You’re like a fucking hurricane next to me
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| There’s fire on the fringe, whittle them down, down
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| I think she lost her looks to the beauty and terror
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| She says her friends are fucked and in the fairest of weather
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| She asked me, is it painless? |
| Am I humouring the brainless
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| Being young and drunk and all fucked up and being in entertainment?
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| I don’t ask the questions, I don’t write the rules
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| I’m up for suggestions, I will follow you through
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| It can’t be any worse than what I’ve been up to
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| It can’t be any worse than what I’ve been up to
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| I’m glad you came and turned up next to me
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| Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
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| You’re like a fucking hurricane next to me
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| There’s fire on the fringe, whittle them down, down, down
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| I don’t know what it is that you’re doing to me
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| I haven’t cracked a smile since '93
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| She says a pretty dull, dull place to be
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| No shit, Sherlock, shoot them down, down, down
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| I don’t ask the questions, I don’t write the rules
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| I’m up for suggestions, I will follow you through
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| It can’t be any worse than what I’ve been up to
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| It can’t be any worse than what I’ve been up to
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| I don’t ask the questions, I don’t write the rules
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| I’m up for suggestions, I will follow you through
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| It can’t be any worse than what I’ve been up to
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| It can’t be any worse than what I’ve been up to
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| I’m glad you came and turned up next to me
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| Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
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| You’re like a fucking hurricane next to me
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| There’s fire on the fringe, whittle them down, down, down
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| I don’t know what it is that you’re doing to me
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| I haven’t cracked a smile since '93
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| She says a pretty dull, dull place to be
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| No shit, Sherlock, shoot them down, down, down
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| Down, down, down, down
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| Down, down, down, down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Prophet , by - Jamie T. Song from the album Carry On The Grudge, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня