מילים לשיר City Dweller – Fall

Dictum: vestige of the euroRandom
Its a good life bowing to a tyrant Gone
Christian gang chants sweet
Regional
Keep your head down for the moment (that now suit is now in bucket
Its a good life, europe) Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in bloody plant pots
All looking at them
Forgetting the endless drive against nature
City dweller Must we base ourselves again into organic mud?
Youre well welcome to it
Get out of my city you mediocre pseuds
And take those redWho put up the olympic flag with you
They walk around leering at young girls in packs
Worse than any yobs (.catalonian) Its january 20th
EuroKeep olympic bidding City dweller
Backwards
More than you can ever know
Mr cab driver
What do you want
Mr cab driver City dweller This hillbilly cab driver
He has submerged himself into the pyche of the average
Cab driver
They love me, they knock off 10 to 15 pence
This is wandering
Those casual days are over and dull
Dull Agricultural gangs chant for sweet freedom Get out of my city
You mediocre pseud
And take those red tight bastards with you
City dweller They should remember theres nothing worse
Than a halfCity dweller
Cuts up
Cab driver, cab driver
Oh mr cab driver (hes up there now, listening to us, I know he is) Why do you leave a a poxy card?
Oh mr cab driver What do about it? Too much to drink
Too many dugs
Too much sex
Too young.