Flashing & the Lash

The brokers jeep is being pissed on by the priest
Being jacked on by the sailor
And the gays are scratching keys
That's just summing again
A sum of money
Labor is not what they say it is
It's something funny

Relaxing somehow trying to find the words to speak
Everything is twisted if they got something you need
Well making up smalltalk again
Feeling away
My head is on the pavement but the pavement is not on my head
So you better sit back

Sit back
Sit back
Sit back

Love thy neighbour if thy neighbour is stacked with cash
Here's some money made of paper for the Flashing & the Lash
For the Flashing & the Lash
For the Flashing & the Lash
For the Flashing & the Lash
For the Flashing & the Lash

I see a plan of making it someday
By a dash of copy pasting it someday
I can smell the fragrance of the fake
And I'm taking it today

For the Flashing & the Lash
For the Flashing & the Lash
For the Flashing & the Lash
For the Flashing & the Lash
And the Lashhh



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Kooijman
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