Here's Ya Getaway
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Bye bye baby ill cya later
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Bye bye baby ill cya later
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My man looks like the old Shakin' Stevens
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He says I resemble like the old Steptoe
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He sits down slow but quick sniff up the blow
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Reminisce about beans and how we all do grow
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And the good man says bloody feel like leaving
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But hes lean again forgotten what I already know
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Made enough money shottin' bobby bills and po
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He spent it all quick sniffin' up on the blow
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Hard for your playin no smoking on the night bus
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No shit Holmes with your big boy Sherlock
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The man got chickenpox at 23
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If you go down the docks you better take all of your money money money money
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It ain't no dunny, it's a toilet
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Great grandaddy, got sent there
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So go back home
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Stop cloggin' up pubs with your bullshit talkin'
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And the nightbuses that complain at us
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Peeps call us right-wing but we're pretty fucking liberal
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I shit you, you not cos we're all for the equal
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And yes J, I agree the first Predator is much better than the sequel
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No question, the second one's feeble
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Kids with skids, and coughing up dust
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Yeah I'm waiting man, I cuss, must, and man
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Now bike chain broken, now that too much rust
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And people slowly stepping in ways trying to cuss us
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Here's ya getaway
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I ain't gonna try to cry
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Hard for your playin no smoking on the night bus
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And so I must say
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Kids with skids, and coughing up dust
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I sad to see you cut the ties
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Good man says bloody feel like leaving
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In these cities, hard to see the stars overhead
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Can see the moon though the street light turns it blood red
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The star symbolises the guts we bled
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The mouth got fed the winding alleys that we tread
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The moon much bigger representing the dead
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Who lie in the sewers under soldier's feet
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They stir as you march while your asleep they walk the street
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Put your ears to the drain you can hear them weep
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So we all chat about it and we decided you should getaway
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Here's ya getaway
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You're getting away
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Man here's ya getaway
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And yeah bye bye baby
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Ill see you later
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Ill see you later
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Here's ya getaway
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Rob the bank here's ya getaway
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And ill take my ticket get out of this town
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And get away
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Here's ya getaway
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Ah cha cha baby
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Here's ya getaway
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Rob the bank take the getaway
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And ill talk to the pigs hear as I say
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And id get yourself out of this city, oh getaway
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Oh man here's ya getaway
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And id getaway, getaway, id getaway
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Oh yeah show to the peeps I see what I see
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And oh, rob the bank, Make a getaway
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And ill rob the bank, but ill take a getaway
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Here's ya getaway
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Bye bye baby ill
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I ain't gonna try to cry
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But I must say
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Bye bye baby ill
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I sad to see you cut the ties
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Bye bye baby ill cya later
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Here's Ya Getaway
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Jamie T |