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Once again I'm slipping into my feminine ways Dump creatine and skip leg day Jump as four titans emerge from underground Debating would you rather be burned or drowned Pump piss-drunk on the stench of fraternity Haloed by memories of pension eternity Head polished to a mirror for Athena Goodbye Nana A and stay strong Nana Tina Before the America's Cup It was sailors and junkies Bass guitarists and bikies Before the America's Cup Never heard of methadone Never caught the shuttle home Never went to bed alone Alan was a rolling stone Once again, I'm slipping up to my hominid gait Desoil cracked vertebrae I'm cocksure as a man jumping off a cliff Top heavy hair, cigarette and a quiff Slunk back drunk to a den of uncertainty Crying a fantasy of bleeding maternity Letras de cancionesBefore the America's Cup It was sailors and junkies Bass guitarists and bikies Before the America's Cup Never heard of methadone Never caught the shuttle home Never went to bed alone Alan was a rolling stone Tip-toe, going on some gospel Oh oh, sea air, join a ship in Minsk The way I see it, don't care in Tex Ocean Network Express Before the America's Cup It was sailors and junkies Bass guitarists and bikies Before the America's Cup Never heard of methadone Never caught the shuttle home Before the America's Cup It was sailors and junkies Bass guitarists and bikies Before the America's Cup Never heard of methadone Never caught the shuttle home Before the America's Cup It was sailors and junkies Bass guitarists and bikies From Letras Mania