1. |
I'm from the Country
03:21
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On the outside baby they told me that I can't play.
Here in the city baby let me tell you we'll do it my way.
Take my picture baby with a sweet-ass city girl.
Put it in a magazine now baby and we'll send it all around the world.
Can't you tell where I'm from?
I'm from the country baby!
And I'll make a country baby outta you!
Take you for a drive and I'mma let you take the wheel.
Let me show you how we do it baby, how we do it out in the fields.
Let me tell you, tell you baby, let me tell you where I come from.
Let me lay it down for you baby, and I'll tell you well get it done.
Can't you tell where I'm from?
I'm from the country baby!
And I'll make a country baby outta you!
Let me tell you, tell you baby, let me tell you where I come from.
Let me lay it down for you baby, and I'll tell you well get it done.
I'm from the country baby!
And I'll make a country baby outta you!
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2. |
Trigger of Love
04:23
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Trigger of Love
Theres a man in the sky And hes
laughing at us.Hes got his
finger on the triggerOn the
trigger of love, He said
Watch me play games
Watch me give just enough Watch me
take things away Watch them
live life rough
Theres a girl on the street She don’t
know right from left. With her
ticket to the ghost train Clutched
tight to her chest. She cant
see for the fog That’s be
hind her eyes and
Convince herself
She aint told no lies
She gotta
Leave me breathless
Or leave me tonight
run with me into the night
Drive me crazy or
Act off the cuff
Pull the trigger
Pull the trigger of love
PULL MAH TRIGGAAHHH!
MAH TRIGGAH OF LUV!
Theres a sign in the clouds that says
I ain’t alone, it’s Got me
thinking, heart sinkin, what the
Future holds, I can’t
Run away from days I couldn’t
Wait to leave behind, pull the
Trigger on my chaser
Go back to being blind.
Looking out my window watchin
Lives go by, are they
Happy with the fights they have
Every night, will they
Realise it doesn’t matter
What they say to sleep alright, we’ll be
Swappin places with each other all our lives.
Pull the trigger,
Pull the trigger of love
Shoot me down
Make sure I don’t get back up
Pull my heartstrings
Play a song you hate to love
Pull the trigger of love,
Trigger of love
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3. |
Düsseldorf
02:33
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Fuck
Off
Go back to Düsseldorf
And don’t startin’ World War 3
Fuck
Off
Back to Düsseldorf
Don’t wanna see you anymore
Wait for me
For me
Tell per chance, would you like to not dance
With me
Tell per chance, tell what are the chances
You’ll tell me the chances are slim
Don’t say I remind you of him
Don’t go startin’ World War 3
Do you wanna get the bus with me
It’s not my stop
But I could get off with you
If you want me to
For me
You’ve heard this before but say it reminds you
Of me
Tell me per chance, tell me what are the chances
You’ll tell me this was not you’re your wish
The only thing I don’t understand is your English
I don’t wanna dance
Don’t ask me if there might be a chance
I’d follow you
Of course I would follow you
If you want me to
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4. |
Mr. Reigns
03:17
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cerbeza screams from everywhere, pubs with granny's a sleep upstairs, I'm not too loud.
chasing pimps around the town, over a moped I fell down, ow.
waaayyy, I miss the rains,
we'll have fun on holidays,
(you say but you don't know).
a naked man upon a beach, and there are children within reach, that's not allowed.
and all the tea here tastes like piss, how do the people live like this, let's go home now.
I miss the rains, I'm mister rains.
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5. |
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I called her jenny and said that’s not your name
But im not one to play these games
I prefer to sit by myself
So put ur cold and dirty medicine back on the shelf
She called me honey and said to come play
And it turned out I didn’t have much say
In a dark and dank corner of a filthy room
Perfume mixed in with deadly fumes
Oh she set my soul on fire
But I aint never been called a liar
Jenny,
Don’t tell me you laid claim
Jenny,
Don’t make me feel ashamed
Jenny,
Scared we might be the same
Jenny,
That’s not your name
You ran away scared when I laid down a chance
Picked myself up and dusted down my hands
Find yourself another man, do your usual advance
But me and you we both know that I saw the sideways glance
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Dead Horse Jive Galway, Ireland
The Dirtiest rock n roll band in the west of Ireland. Dead Horse Jive met when lead guitarist Blind Mick Joyce had a few too many and woke up in a 5 piece rock n roll band with half the songs already written. Energetic live shows and good old rock n roll the order of the day for this dirty rotten rock n roll band. YURT! ... more
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