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Swingin' Utters

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Data di rilascio : 23/06/1998

Durata : 0:02:08

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One i was younger than
The youngest of fragile minds
I ate the day with bad manners
Then spit out the rind

And mother told me
As i looked to the sky
Yes my mother told me "my dear son,
You're not the one"

I flew from home when i was just twenty-one
Young enough to be the feather of someone
I've got a conch pissed with conch republic rum
My father by my side, teary-eyed, he said:
"son, by god what i could have done,
And you're just like me,
You can really put 'em down
Oh if i was in your place i'd stay, have fun
But i not the one"

Now i'm sitting here
Haggling over sums
Of money made by someone else
To me it don't belong
I toss a smile to the mighty boss
He's my god
But i'm a bit backwards
And i know he's just a fucking dog.

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