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Lyrics |
Your father is a gamblin man He must relieve his pain In a fruit machine hes stuck his brain And he calls you insane Your mother is a blabbin nurse She must relieve her pain She cheats before the day is gone And she calls you insane When you close the door You kneel down on the floor While music fills the room And goes around with you You wink your eyes and twist your lips, Put your hands right to your hips, Strech your body and shake your head, Spin your hair around your neck From your nable to your brain Let you cure the pain Your father is a preaching man He must relieve his pain His sacred sayings cover lies And he calls you insane Your mother is a wispering none She must relieve her pain She sins before the day is gone And she calls you insane When you close the door ... |