| Thank you for listening to this song, I really hope it’s not to long
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| I saw some monsters, which (no doubt) are worth to sing a song about
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| I can remember the first day. |
| The sun was bright, blue was the sky!
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| Friendly neighbours filled the streets. |
| How could I know they all were freaks?
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| My bloody ex (I curse her name) she found the house, she is to blame
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| Look at this nice sweet quite street, all those nice people we will meet!
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| Those friendly people checked my trash: «Please separate! |
| And no hot ash!
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| And would you mind to cut the brunch hanging over my garden face…
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| Do it now and we stay friends»
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| Oh, I want to get out, want to get out, but I am bound
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| I want to get out, want to get out, from this cursed ground
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| When we barbecue it stinks. |
| Party? |
| Police here in a blink
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| And when I dare to play my drums: If they could they would drop bombs!
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| The law is king in our street, it is for what their freak hearts beat
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| And I can’t sell this place of hell… And why? |
| You can imagine well…
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| I’m captured (idyllic my ass)!!!
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| Oh, I want to get out, want to get out, but I am bound
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| I want to get out, want to get out, from this cursed ground
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| And now she’s gone and left me here. |
| Here I am, lonely drinking beer
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| She even took the tube with her. |
| Boredom for me and my Little Sir
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| And so I burned it down at last, but the fire brigade was to fast
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| My neighbours saw the flames in time. |
| Oh could cry…
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| I want to get out, want to get out, but I am bound
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| I want to get out, want to get out, from this cursed ground
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| (When we barbecue it stinks. Police here in a blink
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| When I dare to play my drums: If they could they would drop bombs!
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| I want to get out, want to get out, but I am bound
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| Want to get out, want to get out, from this cursed ground |