Bally Ho

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Well she thinks of how it use to be
Popping pills of ecstasy
My friend it brought on lunacy
But Susie, it was you and me
Singing songs about anarchy
Take a shot, or maybe three
Who gives a fuck about sobriety
Here's to you, here's to me
Singing

Whoa, whoa, whoa, na, na, na, na
Whoa, whoa, whoa, na, na, na, na

Broken home, no place to go
So she started shooting dope
Susie said there was no hope
And that this was her chosen road
Dirty clothes, sunken eyes
Heroin on her mind
Spreads her legs to get that high
23 but looks 55
Singing

Whoa, whoa, whoa, na, na, na, na
Whoa, whoa, whoa, na, na, na, na

Frank

She got locked up for a petty crime
Breaking and entering, she robbed them blind
Paraphernalia and a shitty dime
She ended up doing two years time
When she got out of jail and she made a pack
To get that monkey off her back
Track marks, brought back thoughts of bliss
Now she's buried six feet deep
She ain't singing

Whoa, whoa, whoa, na, na, na, na
Whoa, whoa, whoa, na, na, na, na



Credits
Writer(s): Randall Diedrichson
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