Your two degrees of freedom
I say your name before I fly
Let you know I’m leaving
Touch the new world
See the breadline
Take it in take it in go
Thirty years and now he's flat lined
Say it ain’t say it ain’t so
Make the moula
Woo di hoorah
Rake it in rake it in more
Hang the hangman
Bang the gangbang
Call me John Doe
Let the good times roll
Call me John Doe
Let the good times roll
I got my morals
Beg or borrow
See these hands are empty
Hold the night-time
Wrong is right aye
All the fake is true
Street is church babe
Give me first aid
Gimme gimme gimme more
Which is worst babe
A kiss or curse me
Take me
Take me home
Your gonna find me dining with death
I’m gonna tell you how this ends
Call me John Doe let the good times roll
Liquidate the dreams so they can find somebody else
Exasperate the means
Its all about wealth
Choose to represent me like a dick caught in zipper
Ally I be on my own marching through the Champs-Élysées
I’m easy
Laissez les bon temps rouler
In here you will find Your two degrees of freedom I say your name before I fly Let you know I’m leaving Touch the new world See the breadline Take it in take it in go Thirty years and now he's flat lined Say it ain’t say it ain’t so Make the moula Woo di hoorah Rake it in rake it in more Hang the hangman Bang the gangbang Call me John Doe Let the good times roll Call me John Doe Let the good times roll I got my morals Beg or borrow See these hands are empty Hold the night-time Wrong is right aye All the fake is true Street is church babe Give me first aid Gimme gimme gimme more Which is worst babe A kiss or curse me Take me Take me home Your gonna find me dining with death I’m gonna tell you how this ends Call me John Doe let the good times roll Liquidate the dreams so they can find somebody else Exasperate the means Its all about wealth Choose to represent me like a dick caught in zipper Ally I be on my own marching through the Champs-Élysées I’m easy Laissez les bon temps rouler Explain Request ×
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