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There's fire in her eyes in the altercation
She blames her poverty on her parents generation
She says they sniffed it up their nose, now they want our payments
It's fucking cold in here, the landlord is trying to make us vagrants
And jack our whiskey, buddy hits him with an iron fist
The landlord goes down swinging while you drink your buddies piss
I don't know what to do now that I'm definitely on a list
I just sit batch and brew with coca cola communists

I'm glad you came and turned up next to me
Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me
There's fire on the fringe
Whittle them down, down

I think she lost her looks to the beauty and terror
She says her friends are fucked and in the fairest of weather
She asked me is it painless
Am I humoring the brainless
Being young and drunk and all fucked up and being in entertainment

I don't ask the questions, I don't write the rules
I'm up for suggestions, I will follow you through
It cant be any worse than what I've been up to
It cant be any worse than what I've been up to

I'm glad you came and turned up next to me
Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me
There's fire on the fringe
Whittle them down, down

I don't know what it is that you're doing to me
I haven't cracked a smile since '93
She says the pretty girl, girl place to be
No shit, Sherlock, shoot them down, down, down

I don't ask the questions, I don't write the rules
I'm up for suggestions, I will follow you through
It cant be any worse than what I've been up to
It cant be any worse than what I've been up to

I don't ask the questions, I don't write the rules
I'm up for suggestions, I will follow you through
It cant be any worse than what I've been up to
It cant be any worse than what I've been up to

I'm glad you came and turned up next to me
Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me
There's fire on the fringe
Whittle them down, down

I don't know what it is that you're doing to me
I haven't cracked a smile since '93
She says the pretty girl, girl place to be
No shit, Sherlock, shoot them down, down, down

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from Carry On The Grudge, released September 30, 2014
Written By: Jamie T
Published By: Imagem Music Ltd
Produced By: James Dring & Jamie T
Engineering: James Dring
Recorded at : The Premises Studio
Date Recorded: 2013
All Vocals & Instruments Jamie T
Except - Percussion, Keys: James Dring
Mixed by Cenzo Townshend at Decoy Studio. Assisted by Sean Julliard

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