the pricks - peter bibby lyrics
do you speak english? not tonight
i speak yiddish and reflect the light
i am a line to your fist
whether it’s heartfelt or s*d*stic
a crack to the chin in a blaze of glory
knockout blood nose, dreamed little georgie
well, little georgie got short legs and his skin’s turned pink
he sounds like a trumpet wearing a wig
in the bin, oh, little georgie’s in the bin
oh, [? 1:12]
i cracked my head on the floor
and then i shook and i twitched
and i leaped out the door
and then i flеw to my friend’s
and i featherеd my wings
i battered some bones in an undressing
and then i ran hard, hard like a fist
in the pr*cks, in the pr*cks, oh, the pr*cks
ooh
do you speak english? not today
i speak quickly, and i speak far away
i speak [?], but not all the time
sometimes, i’m like ice, other times, i’m on fire
but sometimes, i’m the pr*cks
oh, i got myself bad chips
georgie fell off the boat just a little after i did
but georgie’s chips were awful
i been stacked like the poison and looked like nothing but lumps
which grew and grew, almost made me turn blue
[?]
how do you do?
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