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9 months of the year no ones here But the sun comes out and the mobs appear Cheap warm beer Broken glass What's your name love Kiss my arse Sun comes out And the mobs appear Cat call tiny balls Yo bro! Hold my beer I've got my crew And we make do We don't like much But We Shure like you I've got my crew And we do the do Break bread or we'll break your heads My day ones through and through Summer in the slums We're just looking for fun but the beer starts flowing And the bad times come I ain't looking for love Get the hell outa here All up in my face Stinking of fags and fear Sun comes out And the mobs appear Cat call tiny balls Yo bro! Hold my beer I've got my crew And we make do We don't like much But We Shure like you I've got my crew And we do the do Break bread Or we'll break your heads My day ones through and through I've got my crew And we make do We don't like much But We Shure like you I've got my crew And we do the do Break bread Or we'll break your heads My day ones through and through
Writer(s): Harriett Martinez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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