Shoutin' Out Loudly Bout the Knife in Whoms Back
'n greetings 'n fun 'n stuff
Shoutin' out loudly cryin' shout:
Goffering, croffering, crossing the week, in the end
But now nuttin stops, nuttin 'but frownlands (/-rides)
No coughin' smokes drug me, to me I can't
No alcoholer-coca-cola-stuff, I cannot stand
Nuttin' but/about a good feelin'
Trig, trigger, trugg & the captain
Yer Know...
All day, ev'ry day, ale daze the same -
I'm the elder, I'm allowed
So: shoutin out loudly cryin' shout!
Just learnin'n' yearnin' for the frownlands return in the deepest part of t'day
Just turnin'n'burnin' inside-out, coz outside's so far away
Give it t'me now loosin'n'boosin all of the game
Won't you choosin'n'usin'lose sin the same
It's me t'blame t'gain the whole
nuttin but a good feelin'n'breathin' my soul
For you t'stand the pain, healin'n'reapin' grain
Just weepin'n'sheepin' the lifes of some rats
Just prayin'n'daze'n' a knife's in their backs
They won't even notice nor ask you why
They won't believe sing a no lullabye
This was my human-gizmeeh-blues:
I admit my addicted drug abuse
Foes get close at'n the grave
As time comes by 'n stories're brave
Decise, Decision, I'll aware
Rugmaste-red, I hope, will care
Enveloped in a miasma of smoke
For 'coughin pokes with'em opened choke
Final conclusion commits a miss
But mortal exclusion prohibits thiheass
Shoutin' out loudly cryin' shout:
Goffering, croffering, crossing the week, in the end
But now nuttin stops, nuttin 'but frownlands (/-rides)
No coughin' smokes drug me, to me I can't
No alcoholer-coca-cola-stuff, I cannot stand
Nuttin' but/about a good feelin'
Trig, trigger, trugg & the captain
Yer Know...
All day, ev'ry day, ale daze the same -
I'm the elder, I'm allowed
So: shoutin out loudly cryin' shout!
Just learnin'n' yearnin' for the frownlands return in the deepest part of t'day
Just turnin'n'burnin' inside-out, coz outside's so far away
Give it t'me now loosin'n'boosin all of the game
Won't you choosin'n'usin'lose sin the same
It's me t'blame t'gain the whole
nuttin but a good feelin'n'breathin' my soul
For you t'stand the pain, healin'n'reapin' grain
Just weepin'n'sheepin' the lifes of some rats
Just prayin'n'daze'n' a knife's in their backs
They won't even notice nor ask you why
They won't believe sing a no lullabye
This was my human-gizmeeh-blues:
I admit my addicted drug abuse
Foes get close at'n the grave
As time comes by 'n stories're brave
Decise, Decision, I'll aware
Rugmaste-red, I hope, will care
Enveloped in a miasma of smoke
For 'coughin pokes with'em opened choke
Final conclusion commits a miss
But mortal exclusion prohibits thiheass
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