Paint Work lyrics

We go two, twice all the way round those thingsTwo high ones, two low ones, yeahRight manMan stopped us at cornerHe had a bloody noseAnd then he opened his denim jacketIt was under his vest made out of tracing paperChest scars portrayed aztec life in his horrible......formation really late. main sequence stars were no good for making carbon in this way. red giant stars......[surplayed].Disfigured in a lady, tediousWas over accountant’s and on businessThen I woke up and I decided to recommence my diaryThen I read paula yates on vision cokeheadsThen I found out we were not going to italyLater mam said ’those continentals are little monkeys’And yesterday we has liver and sausage overAnd sometimes they say ’hey mark you’re spoiling all the paintwork’And sometimes they say ’your thumbprints are on the paintwork’Distractors, post-doctors behind come inDressed in suits, grow talonsEveryone clenched plaits horrorAnd sometimes they say...And sometimes I feel like sayingThis is bloody newarkOr some drive-in slap placeIn breda and in cologneWith the shirt [on/off]Sun in vicinityAs if I hadn’t done 10 month’s serviceIn the usaOn media guts[it circles is] where I startAnd sometimes they say...And I thinkIf I’d wanted to live in hollandAnd if I’d wanted to be lived inI’d have packed up and pissed offWhen I was 16A [swiss good ass/as/at] this lousy businessWas the last thing I was ever imaginingHey mark, why can’t I live in england? [the end of shoes, all warehouse shoe/you’ve gotCheap new one, the target is too yahooAnd take over all the desparateI’ll take over discussion and....humanely regular colours over......engineered oxidate zeppelinOld world style, old man only juke box caughtAll power jets on....spectacular facets]And sometimes they say....Hey, you’re fucking up the paintworkWhat is this thing they’re so hard-assed about? I thought I lived in england
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