Boys' Club - Blue Hair | Текст песни

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• Boys' Club
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Two feral children on the street alone.
Clark's epitaph spray painted on his home.
"I'll kill you" scribbled,
Into his window.

Might be the Third World next door.

I'm breaking in the cold.
The bus stalls, thirty years old.
It's hell here I'm told;
But you'll have to pry it from my hands dead and cold.

Give me a prairie sunset,
Or give me death.

Forgive me sweet home,
Let me grow old.
Commit to you my bones.
So forever may you grow.

Keep your mountains and your coast.
Leave me Gimli rye and Louie's ghost.
Scrape your skies and bleed your oil.
To us fucking losers hidden spoils

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