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Bleujack - Intro
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Bleujack - Machete
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I got a machete, and it ain't the most important tool to me.
MY weapons of choice are my weak ass voice, and this thing that tends to, make my fingers bleed. You say you'll lose hope, when you see all these folks, scurry through the streets singin', "Sir oh won't you please." You won't be alarmed, til you see your stocks and bonds, your ROTH IRA's start to slip and fade.
Away away away we stroll. From our questions and concerns of what it is that we need to know
Stay strong sing a song and get, good at your job. Come home to those you love and help them grow help them grow help them..
Keep their chins aimed up at the sky. Keep their bones all buried in the background. speak now or forever doubt your faith. Don't dare and try and sin and don't you fuck unless you procreate. Here I sit, in a war, both my weapons are unsheathed. I get paid in liquid courage and well that's alright with me. It helps me forget all my worries and regrets. 'Cuz in my life I've been so lucky, I refuse to fear death.
Away away away we stroll. From our questions and concerns of what it is that we need to know
Stay strong sing a song and get, good at your job. Come home to those you love and help them grow help them grow help them..
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Well I don't claim to know anymore than you. In fact, I doubt, if I ever knew. Oh I react with my heart like a trigger fingered fool and, I'll get smart once them bills get due. Oh you show me a young child's, wide eyed smile, and I'll show you faith in a world gone wild. I carry a poem and he carries a cross and we both clock in at the very same job and he calls me slacker and I call him boss. It's the damndest thing we even get along.
and we're all chuckle fuckin' steppin' on each, others' dicks. Pointin' our fingers and waivin' our fists. so how 'bout we grow up and extend our arms. Shake your brother's hand and, move along.
Oh them butter and biscuits and whiskey and coffee tend to make my mornin's just a little less rocky. oh let me play my chords in peace. Strollin' with no money on down the street and the devil and I we don't, speak no more. Naw I'm far too low on his, totem pole and he wants them suits them, left and rights. Meanwhile I can't even tie and tie.
and we're all chuckle fuckin' steppin' on each, others' dicks. Pointin' our fingers and waivin' our fists. so how 'bout we grow up and extend our arms. Shake your brother's hand and, move along.
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Bleujack - 50511
02:13
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Bleujack - Winnow
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Bleujack Ames, Iowa
Iowa born and raised.
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