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Bad Worn Thing
Jam sandwich filled with Uzied peelersFrisking pimps and dawn car dealersThe Fat Controller's transport inchesWhen stealing lives, he never flinchesObserve the poker party acesIn champagne bars, unlikely spacesUnnerving, swerving shifty placesWhere little works or convincesFollow me! No explanationThe future sold, the Chancellor pacesThe growing pains, associatedWith a past which no-one facesThey clip their speechThey clip your wingsThe absent tribeOf missing linksThe absoluteOf vodka kingsThe over crowdedNature of thingsIt's a bad worn thing!
From Letras Mania