Pete Um - My Fatal Floor | Текст песни

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In hot South West
In olden day
They punched & took his food away
They never seemed to get the gist
Belittled him & chained his wrist
And then one day the sun came up
And he was down & burned & cut
His situ he did analyse
His status he did redefine
He'd been working with the world
And keeping his own flag all furled
And now perhaps he'd fight for him
For not to do would be a sin
In point of fact
In lieu of truth
I have and am a wasted youth
Who stares in shock at thirty six
I've caned my stock of teenage kicks
I'm sorry if I stole all yours
Whilst we were staring at my floor
My fatal floor.

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