Poems are old and dusty, today is that all you got to…. got to say cos all the diamonds rings, they don’t mean a thing babe cos i got you and you got me, babe
ditched all your friends to score some dope then you had the nerve to talk about Murphy’s law cos we’re leaving here to outta space, get your things Pack your bags & get your suitcase cos i gotta ask ya,
who do you think you are
all the kids smoking rocks n playing their guitars can you see the shadows walk the street can’t forget who they are ah, with china whites screaming screaming out your name do you leave good enough alone do you hold onto the chain can you imagine what it is to cross an ocean of blue so pack your bags, get your suitcase cos i gotta ask ya, who do you think you are
clean as a hounds tooth
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