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• Artiste: Avey Tare And Kria Brekken
• Titre: Opís Helpus
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Don't pull your hair out, pull it all it out you're Shaking like a cold kachina There's then a greedy chance to eat a picnic made for you and me I stumble out of doors that grate and knew some men where birds did play and They left their fingers and yours I'm taking I rave about a song I'm making Your hand fits well in my weathered pocket But you're holed all up from tops of your socks and If I get hungry I'll dig into the apples till you Smack my hand and I lay off of those apples And on the piss they lay on blankets Kids and kites that look like tanks and The ranks of tannerrs are slowly fading to Whitebacks out from the winter shading A little boy looking saw us kissing He said, "Dirty people!" Then he runs and cries and laughs Now his mom knows and she keeps smiling Pour the second for a real good time So don't pull your hair out don't pull it all out you're Shaking like a cold kachina There's then a greedy chance to eat a picnic made for you and me Don't pull your hair out don't pull it all out you're Shaking like a cold kachina There's then a greedy chance to eat a picnic made for you and me Officer please let us know if we were offending anyone We were trying to have fun We were just politely drinking Officer please let us know we weren't trying to hurt anyone We were trying to have fun Trying to eat our cakes and buns Officer please let us know we weren't trying to hurt anyone We were just politely drinking We were trying to have fun Officer please let us know if we were offending anyone We were just politely drinking Trying to eat our cakes and buns Oh cause each day I shred out Each day I need to spread out And I got fed out On streets I'm one to spray Oh each day I shred out Each day I need to spread out I got fed out On streets I'm one to spray Oh each I day I shred out Each day I need to spread out I got fed out On streets I'm one to spray So is anybody looking anymore in the wheat fields Is anybody talking anymore in the wheat fields Is anybody walking anymore in the wheat fields Is anybody stomping anymore in the wheat fields Is anybody walking anymore in the wheat fields Anybody stomping anymore in the wheat fields