Tripping Up the Stairs LyricsLurching forward, heaving ho
You buck and shudder any time the wind blows
Dredge them trenches, damn themz
Cold
You ju
Mp the rhythmic gash like it's morse code
Slosh on weathered drift sick stow
You glass jaw champion, making hay with gusto
Drag them knuckles, sank them stones
You great big fukr, dance on yer tippy toes
All
,
Low is me
You can tell it’s wel
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Come
,
A home for real mis take
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