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• Artiste: Copyright
• Titre: Death Of A Curbcrawler
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Police stations and trolleys and alleys spread with black Where the fat men get their jollies before the thin girls get their smack Where the smell of a cremation is descended like a sheet On a peaceful sick room Monday when mummy tucked you in so neat With the squalling of a baby and the brokeness of china Ends the story of a girl who earned her coke with her vagina Life,life,life is too long for me Life, life, life is too long for me Life, life, life is too long for me I'm not too long for this life is too long for me In the shadows of the docks comes the death of a curb crawler To the screeching from the flocks and the banging from a trawler Like the syphilitic progress from the genitals to brain With the sureness and momentum of a fast night train While the rats the size of canines go on squeaking on the beach While some brats drink their bottles and others drink the bleach Her blood is coagulating in her gold dyed hair While another girl is waiting in the cold night air Life, life, life is too long for me Life, life, life is too long for me Life, life, life is too long for me I'm not too long for this life is too long for me Life is too long for me I'm not too long for this life Life is too long for me