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Tytuł: Six Foot Five

  • Wykonawca: Lars Frederiksen & The Bastards
  • Wy¶wietleń: 252
Coco March morning northern California back in 1973
  He grew up quick and told that he was nothing till the day he turned 16
  Broke outta town though he left a trail of violence a mile wide
  No one knew little Jay Woods would end up Six Foot Five.
  Five days a week he's working late shift at the C.B.S. Lumberyard
  On the weekend he plays a little Rock And Roll on his 100 dollar bass guitar
  How do you survive on those nickels and dimes his mother once did say
  Put down your guitar get a good job cause Rock and Roll doesn't pay no it don't
  Skinhead Roots Reggae Rock & Roll on parole
  He said I don't wanna be more no fucking more
  Big Jay's got no problem unless you wanna start one I suggest that you don't
  Stay if you wanna make trouble he's quick to bust your bubble and send you on your way
  Bustin our jaws his friends are outlaws
  From their boots to their mutton chops
  Most hated crew you know that they are true to the punx in the bastards