| Our love it was only a whisp away
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| You scratch my hand and say there’s a better land
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| Well I know your daddy he’s not rich
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| And your mother’s a drunk
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| But you’re the one now worshiping the dole
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| Always want to lay me down you know
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| It smells like Bangkok in Chinatown
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| Did you get your pound of flesh today?
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| Well I’ve got a lotta learn
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| To learn about your past
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| It’s a mean unpleasant land
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| Sometimes you cccome in deep inside
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| Sometimes it doesn’t touch the sides
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| Like a sausage up an alley way
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| Always want to lay me down you know
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| It smells like Bangkok in Chinatown
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| Did you get your pound of flesh today?
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| How innocent is the day when you smile
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| And then you lay on your side alone hide our soul
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| It’s another plan
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| It’s another land
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| Your love it was only a whisker away
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| You scratch my hand and say theres a better land
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| Always want to lay me down you know
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| It smells like Bangkok in Chinatown
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| Did you get your pound of flesh today |