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The takes a hold of you, Becomes the of you, You'reÿ looking at the youth, The egg, the clucker and the goose. The role a hold of you, the whole of you, You'reÿ looking at the youth, The egg, the and the golden goose.
Honour thieves is the talk of a fool The only protection is the talk of tool people just stand by watching pure Disbelieving it's not him How long the madness last How is a piece of string better off being mad as a... And then you wont have to face a Run and a french kiss to chaos firm and waiting for the pay off These areÿ those types of Where it aint no use in being
The played here cuts strings it's rules The played here has a couple of rules The pain is life, the painÿ is It's plain as life, it's plain as
The role takes a of you, Becomes the of you, looking at the stolen youth, The egg, the clucker and the goose. The takes a hold of you, Becomes the of you, You'reÿ looking at the youth, The egg, the clucker and the goose.