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I’m running late, save some for me,
I’m hanging out, with the nouveau riche.
Robbing Peter to pay Paul,
Now there’s nothing left at all.
She piles up her clothes and shoes,
More than she could ever use.
I only bought her the best,
Champagne and crystal meth,
But I got no love, I got no love.
It’s my way or it’s the highway,
Take some of your own advice,
Leave well alone.
It’s my way or it’s the highway,
Take some of your own advice,
Leave well alone
It’s my way or it’s the highway,
Take some of your own advice,
Leave well alone
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Drifting
03:09
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Last stop, the way out of town,
Make yourself at home on the couch,
Talk shit about nothing and why,
Got all the time in the world left to pass us by.
Start a romance with a girl in a bar,
Hold her hand and tell her I’ll never go far.
Make allies and start up a club,
Get together on Saturdays, it’s almost enough.
Drifting, fading away.
Drifting, I’m leaving today.
Drifting, new hearts and new souls.
I’m drifting, and I will never grow old.
Take the waitress out on the town,
Then sleep with his wife.
It’s a small town drag, but it’s alright.
Drifting, fading away.
Drifting, I’m leaving today.
Drifting, new hearts and new souls.
I’m drifting, and I will never grow old.
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Want to be a Tough Guy
02:41
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Want to be a tough guy, shining shoes to get made,
Nothing like a pretty thing on your arm to make an impression.
Stand tall, but look away, can’t meet my eyes, when I say,
‘You aren’t nothing, no-one, anyway.’
This is your new family,
This is your new family,
This is your new, new family now.
Got yourself a coin trick, and a flick knife,
Making out like you own the block with some old school hood shtick.
Going out on Friday nights, meeting the wrong girls,
Getting in fights, living the good life, alright.
This is your new family,
This is your new family,
This is your new, new family now.
We all know what the game is, nothing ever changes,
And you’re still the same as before, before, you went away.
This is your new family,
This is your new family,
This is your new, new family now.
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4. |
Stolen Trees
04:35
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I wake up with my morning dots,
I look around for growing spots,
and my girl says I should settle down,
Draw on arms in another town.
I built this house with stolen trees,
Made my cash selling leaves,
and now everybody knows.
I've got nothing left to hide,
These stolen trees I live inside.
I've got nothing left to do,
Sell the leaves,
Sing the blues.
Spent four years on the inside,
I scratched my skin with biro lines,
It wasn't pretty but it helped to pass the time.
I found a place to hide away,
If you keep your mouth shut you could visit one day,
Maybe even stay.
I've got nothing left to hide,
These stolen trees I live inside.
I've got nothing left to do,
Sell the leaves,
Sing the blues.
And when I came home,
Everything was gone,
The stolen trees I grew,
You couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you?
When I came home,
Everything was gone,
The stolen trees I grew,
Karma will come for you.
Words and music by Steve and Blair Asplin, Duncan McCann and Dave Le Fleming.
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Feel Like Your Fool
04:31
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There's a fire burning in your bedroom,
And a note is nailed to your door.
It says, 'One day I might forgive you, darling.'
'But I'm not sure.'
Outside the gate is swinging,
I can hear your footsteps fall.
I'm out the window in a heartbeat sugar,
Jumping over your back wall.
I never dreamed it would end up like this,
When I first laid eyes on you.
Now I'm broken and used,
And I feel, just like your fool.
Like your fool.
The smell of gasoline it thrills me,
I got chills up and down my spine.
And I know that your body is like a prison, baby,
But I got to feel it one last time.
I never dreamed it would end up like this,
When I first laid eyes on you.
Now I'm broken and used,
And I feel, just like your fool.
Like your fool.
I never dreamed it would end up like this,
When I first laid eyes on you.
Now I'm broken and used,
And I feel, just like your fool.
Like your fool.
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Captain Relaxo Hemel Hempstead, UK
Steve, Dave, Duncan, Andy and Blair writing and recording weird music in bedrooms, lounges, garages and luxury hotels globally.
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