El Raccoon - Sugar Shaker | Текст песни

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• El Raccoon
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He played the rats away – cleaned the town.
Now everybody at least lies with conviction.
Cynically speaking you could've saved the girl, clearly if you'd-a treat her like a bitch she'd be a proper lady.
Phonaesthetic rhetoric is rife – illogical does not equate unlawful.
The girls are trite and all the little boys are C through to U-N-T's.
Cellar door, elbow, low blow, we follow your sugar shaker taking paper, making more for the pot.
By eighteen bliss is swapped for a life subscribed, yeah 'they' treat all down the road that their tradition has trod.
The summer sweetness of years passed evades me, it remains yet does not intoxicate me.
Hope is so beautiful? The polygamous sect is the truth (the true beauty).
And while I cried the point was stressed that I may be cursed, but I'm just as blessed.
And when I felt his arms around my shaking frame it struck me hard; my eyes watered (his grip was tight) as I asked he in pied;
“Why do your hands smell like the priests fingers?” and the piper said “After all you've taught her see your daughter is torn, bathing, wrists bleeding when the water is warm, so fuck your revelry and huddle when la cucaracha sobrevivé una guerra nuclear”.

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