Lyrics

I'm not sweating any consequences I do what I have to do just to get on by There's no sex appeal in guilt nor anger Ain't it enough, ain't it enough to provide? Economic casualties My blue-blooded creeps Hand in hand, we walk together Along Slaughter Beach Maritime tragedies You blue-blooded freaks Hand in hand, we walk together Along Slaughter Beach I'm not betting on wild horses Like they do in Assateague or Pimlico I demand to shuck my clam the old-fashioned way Under a strawberry moon, bare-handed, wearing no clothes Economic casualties My blue-blooded creeps Hand in hand, we walk together Along Slaughter Beach Maritime tragedies You blue-blooded freaks Hand in hand, we walk together Sunrise on Slaughter Beach Economic casualties My blue-blooded creeps Hand in hand, we walk together Sunrise on Slaughter Beach Maritime tragedies You blue-blooded freaks Hand in hand, we walk together Sunrise on Slaughter Beach Sunrise on Slaughter Beach Sunrise on Slaughter Beach Sunrise on Slaughter Beach Sunrise on Slaughter Beach
Writer(s): Neil Fallon, Jean-paul Gaster, Dan Maines, Richard Timothy Sult Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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