I hurt my soul, my soul was hurt on a private beach in Dunkirk I stared at arse (or arts) the bikes went by on a private beach in Dunkirk My wife clipped me, she clipped me good, I hurt my soul in manhood Swinging arms, obedient commuters, tarmac beaches in Dunkirk Swinging arms, frustrated commuters, bashing suits in Dunkirk A safety pin right through the ear, forty years of manhood
Every Punk Trick in the Book
Crying infants and high tide, soldiers lost in Dunkirk Sunken castles and Advil, underneath the arches of Dunkirk My wife clipped me, she clipped me good, I hurt my soul in manhood Swinging arms, obedient commuters on the impassioned streets by Dunkirk Swinging arms, frustrated commuters, bashing suits in Dunkirk A safety pin right through the ear, forty years of manhood
Every Punk Trick in the Book
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