The Seal Cub Clubbing Club
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The stained trouser expressRides porpoise through the mountain pathsThe road the roadBe thankful if the wheels holdThe point I made thereThere the homesteadThe bright bald eagle overheadThe Braintree taxi rank is spitting at us'You bitten fleas piss off' the butterThe dairy sighs 'I'm lost in music' he's off round the housePissing on a TV discardedWhile all this is going onWhere is the beach towel proffered to me coming fromThose annoying moments of silence that often plague the unbraveThey're greatDrop, drop, drop, drop on the television screenLook mum, look mum I'm on TVIn a coal mine digging the old Liverpool soundOn a slave ship digging the old Liverpool soundIn the Barfly digging the old Liverpool soundWith a wooden leg digging the old Liverpool soundIn a skinny tie digging the old Liverpool soundOn the slow train digging the old Liverpool soundLetras de cancionesIn the Zanzibar digging the old Liverpool soundWith a paperweight digging the old Liverpool soundWith a wooden leg digging the old Liverpool soundYeahEach drop of rain is my failed life weeping in nature
From Letras Mania