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The Fatima Mansions
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Angel's Delight
A necklace of rubber, burning bright A burning rubber necklace for my angel's delight A holiday in a box, opportunity knocks For the rich man's militia photographing my block Kill a cop. why the hell not?
Yeah!! burn, motherfucker, burn! I got a word for you: dead Got a trampoline--your fuckin' head
You roll down my street in your gleaming new car 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I've got no secrets, cash or time left to give you But i've got something else for you, my friend A crack in the restless night, a broken bone on the pavement Angel's delight was a recurring statement Burn a bailiff--spill, don't save it
Yeah!! burn, motherfucker, burn! Run, run, run, run! You can have what you ask, but not in cash [with a?]credit card, a payment slashed You can put it where your mouth used to be You can put it where your dick used to be You can [...?]looking at me, looking at you [...?]blacklist, [...?]blacklist What do you do when words collapse And all that's left is broken glass? I know, i know i'm trapped
I've got a holiday in a big oak box With my friend, the famous pc plod, plod, plod* Kill a cop, kill a cop, You lay a hand on me, i'm gonna kill you, cop. Hey! let's all kill some cops. Some bailiffs. Assholes.
* 'pc plod' is a well known and derogatory name for a british beat cop. it's capitalized, like 'john q. public.'
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