Lyrics

I tell you this, I tell you this man I don't know what's gonna happen But I wanna get my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames The fire is on the bird Welcome all races, nationalities, cultures, religions, aliens, cats, rats and pigeons Let's make a fortune, make some smoke We got to get our kicks before we go I heard that there's a storm rolling in from the bay I hope that it washes this bad mood away I gotta get out of bed before the end of the day
Writer(s): Ewan Maccoll, Henry James(angus Ha Angus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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