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jinx lennon - nigerians (stop giving out about) lyrics

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will you stop giving out about nigerians
[?] look around your faces
and you still applied for a consul hasn’t got stabbed in the back
and the only way to get one now is if the color’s black
well the reason that you didn’t get a house for your son
is your son was a b+ll+cks, from then you matter one
foreigners i’m living and my girlfriend in defeat
what’s wrong with some color in the street?
yeah

a man is taught that heart to heart as if he is my friend
but he’s not my friend, so let’s put that rumor at an end
but he was lying in the street, the pulling from my head
the same individual probably leave me there for dead
he said “romanians are after moving in next door
and you should see the way that they land the kitchen floor”
here is a man who got a [?] for sixty grand
and he spent it all on drink when he got it in his hand

will you stop giving out about nigerians?
[?] look around your faces
and you still applied for a consul hasn’t got stabbed in the back
and the only way to get one now is if the color’s black
well the reason that you didn’t get a house for your son
is your son was a b+ll+cks, from then you matter one
foreigners i’m living and my girlfriend in defeat
what’s wrong with some color in the street?
yeah
shout about bananas when the asians have to walk past
but to [?] last week when he put your arm in a cast
he bought one in place, you frowned about his face
half an hour later you were grimacing with hate
and i like a barbara, you fay, you frown in this way
at two poor croatian girls trying to earn the week’s pay
seeing all the foreigners are taking all the jobs
weren’t you the one in london on the [?] bob?

will you stop giving out about nigerians?
[?] look around your faces
and you still applied for a consul hasn’t got stabbed in the back
and the only way to get one now is if the color’s black
well the reason that you didn’t get a house for your son
is your son was a b+ll+cks, from then you matter one
foreigners i’m living and my girlfriend in defeat
what’s wrong with some color in the street?
yeah



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