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Lightyear - Trumpet Trousers lyrics
There’s blood in my water There’s glass in my veins And I really don’t think That you feel the same Feel the same (Chin up Chas At least you’re not the Drummer from Busted) Touring hard is the musical blue collar Beats are too fat like Rick Waller Umm zim zimmer Who’s got the key to being thinner? Give him a Twix or you’ll be his (Dinner) dinner Batman and Doctor Who jokes Old school like winter duffel coats Skid patches A wire to a remote Are the chances of monkey Bush developing a brain (Developing a brain) Developing a brain (Developing a brain) “My city’s still breathing But barely it’s true” Hypodermic needles On my doorstop As the government tries to push the Suburban Urban Heroin problem Under the carpet That we call gaol House rock Rock House In the follicle war We lack hair superiority But in the war on war Strength to the minority There’s blood in my water There’s glass in my veins And I really don’t think That you feel the same Feel the same (Chin up Chas At least you’re not the Drummer from Busted) There’s blood in my water There’s glass in my veins And I really don’t think That you feel the same Feel the same (Chin up Chas At least you’re not the Drummer from Busted) |
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