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bates - these people lyrics

i hit the b-tton, lit the flame
isn’t it the same?
ain’t a lighter but the oxygen had drained
out my motherf-cking veins
isn’t it a hoot?
let me mark the spot, brother
i’ll be buried with the loot (oh you’ll be buried with the loot?)
singing “let me go down with the ship”
heavy oak, brown in the rip- tide
whipping right
inside
bow in a dip
dip right
drown in a quick
found on the brig
with the crown on my hip
sparky on my noggin
it’s a cold day in hell on kevorkian’s toboggan
corpse is sitting rotten
gold still fine
make them hold still
don’t you know that gold still mine?
doctors never told me some colds k!ll
cold sk!ll
in the catsk!lls
on a rolled hill
f-cking bareback
remember when i rode here
with my hair back
in the air, leaving fairfax
getting stared at
bared that
reprimanded
said she quit smoking but you know she’s getting secondhanded (uh)
the ever candid (uh)
john denver and his
pal peter pan burning reefer cause they never landed
they never landed

my hair wasn’t blowing in the wind
so i shave it all off
i shave it all off
my hair wasn’t blowing in the wind
so i shave it all off
shave it all off, like
round here i never trust these people
i can’t trust these people
round here i don’t trust these people
i distrust these people
and if you ever put me down to get up at all
you’ll have to put my -ss down like a dog
i’ll be wary of you
but round here i never trust these people
i can’t trust these people (why?)
oh no

i’ve never been less afraid of death (why?)
know we lost the game, even though we paid the ref (i)
know we made a mess (i)
know it’s time to clean up
no rubber, wonder if i’m going no prenup
no culture
we got the green gr-ss horticulture (right)
portable de-
vices, man i think there’s more to culture (right)
i’m sort of cultured
but don’t ever take my word (no?)
or anybody else’s, you should learn
to observe (go)
but when preaching wouldn’t serve
round the time got aggressive
with the answers to the questions
teaching everybody lessons
but my mind booked a night at the best western
as a guest guessing
where robert nesta is nesting
see that’s the nest where the spirit is finessed in
not the roach end of the piff with the resin, so
you resonate me heaven’s gate because i’m too fly
find me under the pillow where i used to let my tooth lie
(oh-oh, oh-oh)

my hair wasn’t blowing in the wind so i shaved it all off

round here i never trust these people
i don’t trust these people
round here i can’t trust these people
i distrust these people
and if you ever put me down to get up at all
you’ll have to put my -ss down like a dog
i’ll beware
round here i never trust these people
i can’t trust these people

- bates lyrics

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