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And the broken gnomes
And the broken homes
I want to take a poo
And waste it, I got s*** on my own.
I want to take you through
A wasteland I like to call my home.
I want to take you to
A wasteland I call on my own.
I want to take you through
A wasteland I like to call my home.
I'd like to call my own
I like to call my home
It's been 3 whole weeks since I have left your groom
The trees are dancing, feeling like my home
Some call it skunks, some call it rice.
It's been 3 whole weeks since I have left your home
It makes me wonder what dreams are, feeling like my home
Some call it slums, some call it nice.
Pay attention to the back streets and the crooked gnomes.
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes.
Pay attention to the crack streets and the broken gnomes.
Pay attention to the crack streets and the broken homes.
Pay attention to the crack thieves and the painful moans.
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes.
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken bones.
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes.
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken gnomes.
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes.
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And Mike's broken nose.
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes.
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And Mike's broken nose.
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes.
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken gnomes.
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes.
Pay attention to the cracks resemble a broken nose
Pay attention to the cracked streets an the broken homes
Pay attention to the groceries and the broken gnomes.
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes.
Pay attention to the pranks resembling volcanoes.
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes.
Pie a cha-cha to the castings and the broken nose.
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes.
Schlepping away to Paradise
Slipping away to Paradise
Since I have mature grown
Since I have left your home
Some call it knights
Some call it nice
Some call it slut, some call it not.
Some call it slums, some call it nice.
Some call it some
Some call it knives.
Some call it the slums
Some call it nice.
Some call it soup, some call it nuts
Some call it slums, some call it nice
Some call it sun
Some call it now!
Some call it slums
Some call it nice!
Some say it sucks, some call it nice.
Some call it the slums, some call it nice.
Stop calling
Stop, stop calling nights.
Some call it slums
Some call it nice.
Take me away to Paradise.
Slipping away to Paradise.
The sunshine dreams, and it's now feeling like I know
And I'm never coming home.
For some strange reason, it's now feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go.
This sudden fear has left me dribbling.
This sudden fear has left me trembling.
Vacation to the countries Sam, I've broken my nose
Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes.
And I'm feeling so low
And I'm feeling so alone
Feel like K-Lite is going nowhere
Feel like your life is going nowhere