Lazyitis (Live)

One child grows up to be
Somebody who just loves to murder

And I hope I don't go top of the class
He's got a short tongue, can't do what he's asked
Just does what he wants
Just does what he wants

I think I did the right thing in slipping away, yeah
And the ache that's making me ache has gone for the day
Now I'm the man who shot the bod
I took him down and took his rod off
I'm doing time with weirdo kind
Hustlin' and rustlin' and watchin' from behind

That one got lazyitis
And this one go it alone-lone-lone
This one go
Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wah
All the way home
All the way home

One child grows up to be
Somebody who just needs a man
One child grows up to be
Somebody who just loves to murder
Bye, bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye
Bye, bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye

Chao
Mañana, mañana
Rrr
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You gotta go
You gotta go
You gotta go
You gotta go
Bye, bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Richard Davis, Paul Anthony Ryder, Paul James Mccartney, Gary Kenneth Whelan, John Winston Lennon, Shaun Ryder, Sly Stone, Mark Philip Day, David Essex
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