Hobbling out the back, looking for a gun Pack of Winnie blues and the Bundaberg rum Voices in my head, from ripping on the bong Victims in the shed in the 40 gallon drum Tripping of my head, sucking on the citric Silly ol' mate out sitting in the pig shit Hammer in the veins, hallucinating mind A forty pack of bulbs and a Stanley cask of wine I'll stab you in the face if you come around to mine
Silly ol' mate got his head on the block The old blunt axe, one big chop Silly ol' mate got his head in the dirt
Educate a guess, slaving to the grind The parrot spreads his wings, the parrot learns to fly It's a disaster, straight into the window glass You can't fly faster, old King Parrot, broken bastards
Silly ol' mate got his head on the block The old blunt axe, one big chop Silly ol' mate got his head in the dirt The old magpie gets eyes for dessert
Silly ol' mates got a lesson not learnt That's the reason silly ol' mate got burnt The deal gets better when it ends in death Silly ol' mates got blood on his breath The moral to the story is the king of the parrots knows bestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
