Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reggae Gets Big In A Small Town, artist - Swingin Utters. Date of issue: 09.07.2001
Song language: English
Reggae Gets Big In A Small Town |
| I’m expending my last energy, I feel good, though |
| 'Cause I’m seldom seen |
| A perfect picture I found in a dream |
| I jab and move punches soft as whipped cream |
| I’m ripped and torn but never on the seam |
| I’m spitting, shitting — excreting’s tough |
| I’m dressed real sharp but in fisticuffs |
| My drinks go down, they never come up |
| I take the train, the verticals are much to rough |
| It’s a shame that I’m a powder puff |
| I’m feeling good I was told not to touch |
| Reggae gets big in a small town |
| What ever happened to the original sound? |
| Reggae gets big in a small town |
| I’ll tell my friends I’m leaving town |
| When reggae gets big in a small town |
| I just want to split town |
| When reggae gets big in a small town |
| I just want to leave town |
| I’m setting all my limits low so when I reach for the sky |
| I’m up to my elbows, where eagles dare? |
| No, I’m fucking with the crows, I’m flapping my wings |
| But they’re lazy and slow |
| I thought my cement was hardening but I was standing in cookie dough |
| I baked a dozen so I’d have something to throw! |