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Big Car

from Plumknee EP by Plumknee

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Granddad said leave the cocoa on
I’ll only be back in afew
But he never made it home that day
So dad spat on dad’s dad’s killer
These days I lay out bodies of the deceased
Open windows on final curtains
The other day we couldn’t shut one of the mouths
Gobs of the deads got something to say
Hey boy what you gonna do
Seems like you haven’t got a clue
Thin green flesh with apologies to make
Me I’ll just put it on the list
So soothe these ulcerated lips
Castrate me with alcohol
Each body with and without god
But who can seem to get grounded
Not me
Yes I’m fully aware that james bond shags a lot of birds
Read the words upon the shelf
Where I seem to reside
You know I aint got nothing to hide
Driving your big car you don’t fucking care
You’d sue us for breathing the same air

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from Plumknee EP, released April 16, 2013

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