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State Radio - "Rash Of Robberies"
Lyrics to Rash Of Robberies : Solarium malaria lookin for the stereo. Wanted to save being excommunicated from the area. A its ok. In the city she said he cut a cord of wood, No bigger than thimble but still plenty good. A its ok. Cause its just a bump on a rash of robberies. On account of the world economy thats makin us sick. Go get the man who said hes on to me, He thinks were in the kitchen with our sticks. But he dont know that Paris is burnin down, Youd never know it in this town. The governors walkin around like hes got tricks for you. Catch as Casius never become the killing machine. Run him over ruff shod til he bleeds army green out. So devout to the saint that lost his seat he never seen, Semi-automatic rosary out devout. Cause its just a bump on a rash of robberies. In a world too sad for Solomon we just sit. Ill watch your economy, Ill tell you when the police have it fixed. Paris is burnin down, Youd never know it in this town. The governors walkin around like hes got tricks for you. So take a minute to laugh it over, Well make sure its all true, Just like she said, Behind the barn last December eve. Baby falls 40 feet caught by a street cleaner coming home from the union hall, He saw the fall. A its ok. JP Sousa found a radio, a radio. Sousa found a place to go, A radio in his head that said. Its just a bump on a rash of robberies, An old sand lot anomaly thats savin this day. In a world too sad for sodomy Were just sitting in the kitchen with our stray. But Paris is burnin down, Governors are walkin around, Well make sure that they do right by you. So you think you might go to Beatrice, Even though the letter was never found. Maybe it will come tomorrow noon. She is askin her fallen saint to Please return her straitlaced fighter Who dont know who she is, he dont know who she is. Where are you my sweet Desmond Doss, Have you softly gone to winter' Here Ive brought you your two two dollar bills back. But Im not waiting for sweet Eliza. She can have her water colors back, I found them on last December eve. You look strangely quite so familiar, The way you talk of suppertime but I dont know who she is, Dont know who she is. And you, you bring this beloved stranger. At the foot of this pile on Gideons bed, She gave me a needlepoint motorbike. So go and take this to sweet Eliza, It was written and gently given to The courier pending arrival soon. Could you hold me just one more older Then Ill go as your fallen fighter Waiting at the door, cant see you any more' Here my dear a sweet Nostrovia, In a letter sent to December, I will wait for you to just humble me home (Thanks to Colin for these lyrics) [ Rash Of Robberies Lyrics ]
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