Paroles Swingset Assassin de Two Cow Garage

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Textes et Paroles de Swingset Assassin



She was a playground princess back when we used to dream
I was a swingset assassin full of juvenile schemes
With these clothes picked by my mother, handed down from my big brother
And I kept my hands folded till the day I turned 13

Well then I listened to the Beatles because that's what you're told to do
When you're young and empty and you haven't got a clue
The White Album from my mother, Rubber Soul from my big brother
And don't question Mr. Lennon, boy, cause he gave his life for you

Well I cut my hair and I dyed it black while my friends were getting stoned
And I wrapped myself up in Black Flag and flew it as my own
Yeah, my poor worried mother, with the phone calls to my brother
But in the end, punk rock just left me empty and alone

So now I'm Fear and Loathing on a Sunday afternoon
I drink enough to be Catholic, but the morning comes too soon
With the phone call from my mother, the advice from my brother
Jesus is just another word for nothing left to lose

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