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• Artiste: Two Cow Garage
• Titre: Swingset Assassin
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She was a playground princess back when we used to dream I was a swingset assassin full of juvenile schemes With these clothes picked by my mother, handed down from my big brother And I kept my hands folded till the day I turned 13 Well then I listened to the Beatles because that's what you're told to do When you're young and empty and you haven't got a clue The White Album from my mother, Rubber Soul from my big brother And don't question Mr. Lennon, boy, cause he gave his life for you Well I cut my hair and I dyed it black while my friends were getting stoned And I wrapped myself up in Black Flag and flew it as my own Yeah, my poor worried mother, with the phone calls to my brother But in the end, punk rock just left me empty and alone So now I'm Fear and Loathing on a Sunday afternoon I drink enough to be Catholic, but the morning comes too soon With the phone call from my mother, the advice from my brother Jesus is just another word for nothing left to lose