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Old Dirty Birdy
00:51
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Old Dirty Birdy
And now the time has come
I put two bullits in my gun
One fo rme and one for you
Oh darling it will be so beautiful
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Tobacco Stains On His Fingers
There a lump in his chest
Can’t stop coughin as he’s trying to fuckin rest
From smokin 30 grams a day
Stains on his fingers that he tries to hide away
The cracked skin round his lips
From suckin roll ups so tightly wound and twist
The grey look in his eyes
Just took his wife and now he slowly waits to die
His ship is sailing, his mind is failing.
Who said good things come to those who’ve been waiting.
He starts to wonder and his life he squanders
60 years down and he can’t wait any longer
A dark cloud on his brain
Can't remember a thing and it's only begun to rain
Doesn't recognise his face
Grew too old, got a ticket to heavens gates
His heart is breaking and he's started praying.
Who said good things come to those who’ve been waiting.
He starts to wonder and his life he squanders
70 years down and he can’t wait any longer
Woah oh oh woah oh
Woah oh oh woah oh
His ship is sailing. He started praying.
Who said good things come to those who’ve been waiting.
He starts to wonder and his life he squanders
All the years down and he cannot wait any longer
Woah oh oh woah oh
Woah oh oh woah oh
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Gambling Man
02:08
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He’s a Gambling Man
Oh,
Look out, worm, just get out my face.
Your fucking trash And i’ll goddamn erase
Your name, I fucking mean it.
Just roll your dice.
I got a straight flush and you’ll pay the price
He’s a gamblin man,
Without the coin to play his hand.
He’s a gamblin’ man
My chips are down and I know your plan.
Oi,
I’ll say once I won't say it twice
Your king and queen won’t stop my vice
grip from around neck your slimy throat.
So play your cards I’ve got my pound notes
He’s a gamblin man,
Without the coin to play his hand.
He’s a gamblin’ man
My chips are down and I know your plan.
So come on dealer split the deck
Highest card wins
And I’m ready to wreck
His fragile ego write me a cheque
Victor takes all you’re a pain in my neck
He’s a gamblin man, oh oh
He’s a gamblin man, oh oh
He’s a gamblin man, oh oh
He’s a gamblin man, oh oh
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Foreign Bier Norwich, UK
Hiya, We're Foreign Bier. Melodic cry punkers and orgcore losers from Norwich, UK.
Mark
Lewis
Doug
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