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Titus Tommy Gunn - Big Brutal Swings Lyrics

Mad dog on the dance floor
The king of yesterday
The prince of the morons
The moon at midday
Mentally midget - trivial faggot
[The] bad fate stole his luck
The last thing he has got

In any way
Better run for cover
Somebody says
He's gonna spill your blood
In any way
That game is over
Your doctor says
There's no place for nuts

Fifty bucks in his snout
Boorish tears for the crowd
Lame duck playing poker
The second-hand joker
He's coming like shadow, like a storm cloud
The bad fate stole his luck
The last thing he has got

In any way
Better run for cover
Somebody says
He's gonna spill your blood
In any way
That game is over
Your doctor says
There's no place for nuts

Sail away, sink at midway
Sail away, find your own wet grave
Sleep under the wave!

In any way
Better run for cover
Somebody says
He's gonna spill your blood
In any way
That game is over
Your doctor says
There's no place for nuts