Sergeant SmytheSergeant Smythe – Highway Robbery lyrics
No, not gonna pay for you to fly
Cross country so you can spread a lie.
I think you might as well deny
The sad fact that you cant make them buy.
You're a thief.
Making a buck from the high hope of others.
Dont come cheap.
I should have never tried to get on your Mothers
And there you go
Rubbing your hands all the way to the bank
Grinning like a Cheshire Cat smoking crank.
Fistful of hundreds in a fold
Tell me right now, whats your worth in gold?
Place your bets.
I wouldnt be too generous.
Odds arent best.
I wouldnt hold your breath.
Hey, you got a transfer?
Well Ive got a discharge for you.
Open wide come inside.
You wanna come round hear, yell threats?
If I were you, wouldnt bother, you failed the test.
You got a cold heart in your chest.
Whats next? I suggest cardiac arrest.
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