Wild Beasts - The Fun Powder Plot | Текст песни

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• Wild Beasts
• The Fun Powder Plot

When we turn up in our turn up s,
our hearts are heavy,
our heads are ready to levy.

For the yippee-less swing,
for the tot-less cot,
for the mock,
for the shock,
for the fun powder plot.

With courage and conviction,
in donkey-jaw diction,
we cry for the cause because the courts have left us lonely;
disowned us daddies like the poopers of the party.

Gently, gently take them from me
gently, gently take them from me
gently, gently take them from me,
and I ll be left dumfound as a donkey.

This is a booty call; my boot up your arse hole.
This is a Freudian slip; my slipper in your bits.