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Исполнитель: Filthy Thieving Bastards

альбом: I'm a Son of a Gun

In the last days of September
Winds were blowing down our blocks
Back in town the dead old trees
Rocking ferries and the docks
Bottle Benny drinks a beer
Then pissed off the fucking pier
They cursed the god who made the winds
Amiss with shoes and socks
(Chorus)
Lend me this month's rent, My dad just bought a round
You'll get your money right before I leave this town
Lend me this month's I'm working underground
Claiming all my riches at the lost and found
For a while I was painting houses
In San Francisco coastal lots
In the evening I would drink my wages
On the weekends down the spots
The bartender raved at me
Over a lousy cup of tea
"You must be a phony drunken poet
'Cause I've fucked all the jocks and cops"
(Chorus)
My dad just needs to get some air
He's underneath the fence

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