Escouwide

A race on stilts so crude on (on-on-on co) cocaine
A 20 hours crash without break
Step aside and taste and you'll gettin' the (ke) key
Do approximate!

When you doubt of what you stand for you will finish the (ga)game
Just society knows its own way
Just go the inform way, don't ask for what you'd pay
On (on-on-on) cocaine keep the verse straight

But where's the chorus-line?
Where's the chorus-line?
Where's the chorus-line?
Where's the chorus-line?

The homeward-bound a holdback, in the last inferior (le) league
I don't know where I am, guess the backseat
My head a broken sieve where my memories
are lost in space

All turns fast, so fast I have half a mind to puhuke
what the hell do you want from me, dude?
You spoke in obscure luts, paralyse me with ya refuse
Give me (co) cocaine

Where's the chorus-line?
Where's the chorus-line?
Where's the chorus-line?
Where's the chorus-line?

Where's the chorus-line?
Where's the chorus-line?
Where's the chorus-line?
Where's the chorus-line?



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Writer(s): Peter Rotter
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