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I've got a rifle on my back Swinging past the birch trees Well I set off a bomb way back there I don't care about nobody but me 'Cos I aint slack Ran back home and drunk all the wine Well I stole a bottle for myself With insects crawling in my hair The trees are black and I don't care 'Cos I aint slack Rescued a cat from a tree its fur was all caked in dirt But I killed it dead for liking me Yeah I stole a car and drove to town Well I anint slack From Letras Mania