I put you in a smoke hole
Down goes the facts, though
Doesn't know the sound, though
Fading on your streets and all
Diamonds in the bag, though
In comes the priest, though
Begging all the people
Engines on the sunny side
Builders on the steeple
I'll put you in the smoke hole
No rest stop, cut that
(Where'd you get back, so batshit)
Fuck, it might need more backroom silence
(More silence, silence)
Sold ‘em all breakfast and backroom practice
(Builders on the steeple)
I'll put you in a smoke hole
No rest stop, cut that
(Where'd you get back, so batshit)
Fuck, it might need more backroom silence
(More batshit, go)
Sold ‘em all breakfast and backroom practice
Stereo killer, bumping at the backdoor shooting your baggage
(Don't fucking touch it)
Fuck-up, rolled out of jock
Got dropped at the villa
Outside, picking up broads for your dinner
Never been East, my debt for the winter
Said I look cheap, my deep self these fillers
Counting up sheep only makes the time go quicker
Mister, I don't fuck with you
Get my cuppa'
Caught my dick in the bathroom mirror
Thought you'd never leave, now you're back in prison
Dirty old wizard
Down goes the facts, though
Doesn't know the sound, though
Fading on your streets and all
Diamonds in the bag, though
In comes the priest, though
Begging all the people
Engines on the sunny side
Builders on the steeple
I'll put you in the smoke hole
No rest stop, cut that
(Where'd you get back, so batshit)
Fuck, it might need more backroom silence
(More silence, silence)
Sold ‘em all breakfast and backroom practice
(Builders on the steeple)
I'll put you in a smoke hole
No rest stop, cut that
(Where'd you get back, so batshit)
Fuck, it might need more backroom silence
(More batshit, go)
Sold ‘em all breakfast and backroom practice
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