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Aspirin Aspirations
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INTERPRÉTATION
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Eric Davidson
Eric Davidson
Paroles/Composition
Bill Randt
Bill Randt
Paroles/Composition
Matt Reber
Matt Reber
Paroles/Composition
Jim Weber
Jim Weber
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One, two, three, four Throw up our hands to the whole damn thing We wish for the best, but we settle for wing-dings Fall of the mountain, but land on our knees We got aspirin aspirations Fill up a bar with bad jokes and hot piss We'll start every fight with a point well missed With look like crooks, lucky to steal a kiss We got aspirin aspirations The holes in our stomach race, the holes in our head One more shot, liver's neck and neck Tie up the noose, build our gallows high I always thought we was the swinging type Give us an inch, we'll toss it in the yard But give us a foot, we'll kick ass for a lark Got advice? We can't be bothered We've got aspirin aspirations A blast our goal and we'll light the fuse With a match made in heaven, bored and bemused Down in flames, Dead Boys as our muse We've got aspirin aspirations The holes in our stomach race, the holes in our head One more shot, liver's neck and neck Tie up the noose, build our gallows high I always said we was the swinging type The holes in our stomach race, the holes in our head One more shot, liver's neck and neck Tie up the noose, build our gallows high I always said we was the swinging type The purpose posed, keep a clear head Clean the crap, clear out cobwebs Our heads won't clear 'til we're dead We've got aspirin aspirations Throw up our hands to the whole damn thing We wish for the best, but we settle for wing-dings Fall of the mountain, but land on our knees We got aspirin aspirations The holes in our stomach race, the holes in our head One more shot, liver's neck and neck Tie up the noose, build our gallows high I always said we was the swinging type The holes in our stomach race, the holes in our head One more shot, liver's neck and neck Tie up the noose, build our gallows high I always said we was the swinging type Boom
Writer(s): Matthew Reber, Eric Davidson, James Weber, William Randt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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