folded chairs And walk towards the snack bar And I forgot what the libretto was all about At eight o'clock you drop me off And not a word was spared
you drop me off And not a word was spared for us Drinks at ten, we're off again The crowds and bouncers stare at us And the last one out of the car fills
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red You can get 'til that ass get red Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him
, you got some fantastic legs You can get 'til that ass get red You can get 'til that ass get red Bizarre, you get him and him, Swift you get him and
you can get 'til that ass get red You can get 'til that ass get red Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him I'll get him and him, leave
the dead do move, and shout, And pray, and cry, and suffer And the eye click on and one: the one shut Catches the dead. The clouds pass by. God hovers over us and
Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat Kids and all be hit Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all Kuniva the street
writing up in the Stone or NME Go out and make a last call Or sit here and do nothing at all What's it to me? All those hours of wasted time Have never
they may turn to gold And if they break you, don't let them run away With your soul Knights in white lighting shot out of the remote They said stand and
the price one pays for victory, Lord I know it all, I know it all too well And they may call us heroes, but only those who?ve been will know I would give
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red You can get 'til that ass get red Bizarre you get him and him, swift you get him
red You can get 'til that ass get red Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem
on today. All lyrics by Peter Hammill Published by Hit and Run Music Publishing Ltd. Printed by permission. S-type records, 55-59 Shaftsbury Ave., London W.I. Calligraphy by
window Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red You can get 'til that ass get red Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get
I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way People will hold us to blame It hit me today, it hit me today We?re taking it hard all the time
