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The Smith Street Band
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Death To the Lads
Staying in a hotel full of pilots I can't believe that they are smoking If you mastered the art of flight Why would you spend half your time choking? Sleeping in a bedroom full of assholes Surely means I am one too And I wake up and I go walking And I think the wrong thing about you
It was the best idea we ever had Picked up our spirits and we sang
Death to the lads As loud as we possibly can
Among the most depressing highways Ever dropped into the earth Along the confederate flag lower back tattoo Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That is this part of the world We're raising pets and kids in car parks In the light of drive in ATMs I learn to read the side effects I am my own adverse reaction
It was the best idea we ever had Picked up our voices and we sang
Death to the lads As loud as we possibly can Death to the lads Get out of my fucking face, man
And things get better, but they never get good I don't do anything I said I would
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