You're going to go. The Sick of the lies, sick of the what, sick of the lies, sick of the what, sick of the lines,

sick of the what, sick of the lines, sick of the lines, sick of the lies, sick of the

lies, sick half the lines, sick half the lines, sick

what, sick half the lines, sick half be what, sick half

day lights.

We never have another, don't be a silly bugger checking in the tree of a

Martin and stock and stuff I hear me my bail and shut up

don't want to get my supper come up the earth when I serve Jemma peanut maca and not they lay

comer he come to great summer

Annie's 14 nigger owns my in eight hammers but the trees suffer too many wood

cutter each and if they want he's killing up the earth mother I should even entertain a tainty not see

humanity and insanity my shit

I'm my t-diddy that's my last day's dream

less than a reach and pass a back on to me

like a ducker that the water

when we're going where we after

French and we're getting tougher

fell and that we got this covered for the race is giving up a

in the pooling new water dada

twimming them in the kneltiz tinking that seat and the brothers oh

why won't you see all your say the

go why won't you see all your day and now why won't you see

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