Lyrics Reggae Gets Big In A Small Town - Swingin Utters

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!