Sometimes you go
Running round
Deep tongue in hole
Other times
Family lines
That's all you know
Like the prophets of the dead come
All in all
See eye to eye
In black and white
And on the floor
It's just too late
To fit any more
They won't catch you
They can't stop you
No obstacle
That's unsuicidable
Your lady
Laps ya love
All curled up
Our lady
Breaks in
And she cuts you up
Sometimes let a little bit out
Sometimes a lot of it out
I wanna say
Sometimes
The victim
Really
Sometimes
The villain
The hero
Sometimes I don't care
She cut him up
Caught a maybe
And she cut him off
Our lady
Is too many
But not for some
They may take a life
Or take a leg
But that's
Unsuicidable
When all is right
Out of the way
Out of the way
She get away
Sooner or later
She right in the way
Like the prophets
Of the dead come home
That's unsuicidable
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Sometimes you go
Running round
Deep tongue in hole
Other times
Family lines
That's all you know
Like the prophets of the dead come
All in all
See eye to eye
In black and white
And on the floor
It's just too late
To fit any more
They won't catch you
They can't stop you
No obstacle
That's unsuicidable
Your lady
Laps ya love
All curled up
Our lady
Breaks in
And she cuts you up
Sometimes let a little bit out
Sometimes a lot of it out
I wanna say
Sometimes
The victim
Really
Sometimes
The villain
The hero
Sometimes I don't care
She cut him up
Caught a maybe
And she cut him off
Our lady
Is too many
But not for some
They may take a life
Or take a leg
But that's
Unsuicidable
When all is right
Out of the way
Out of the way
She get away
Sooner or later
She right in the way
Like the prophets
Of the dead come home
That's unsuicidable
Running round
Deep tongue in hole
Other times
Family lines
That's all you know
Like the prophets of the dead come
All in all
See eye to eye
In black and white
And on the floor
It's just too late
To fit any more
They won't catch you
They can't stop you
No obstacle
That's unsuicidable
Your lady
Laps ya love
All curled up
Our lady
Breaks in
And she cuts you up
Sometimes let a little bit out
Sometimes a lot of it out
I wanna say
Sometimes
The victim
Really
Sometimes
The villain
The hero
Sometimes I don't care
She cut him up
Caught a maybe
And she cut him off
Our lady
Is too many
But not for some
They may take a life
Or take a leg
But that's
Unsuicidable
When all is right
Out of the way
Out of the way
She get away
Sooner or later
She right in the way
Like the prophets
Of the dead come home
That's unsuicidable
Writer: Johnny Skinner
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