Down to the Subway

Hey, what you say yesterday?
She had fun when they leave alone on Saturday and night
They love to drink and they love to have a fight
It's my town coming up down the road
She left you grim and down on the phone
Singing songs has all gone wrong
Since time is passing, better run, son
Jack backdoor never go bitchslap
The slap from your mother when you just got born
How about calling off some times?
In cotton socks, getting ripped with our wives
Track back when I feel that knife and
Heavy in your lungs and down your spine and

Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy load
Down and up these side tar roads
Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy load
Down these side roads
But to tell a lie, sometimes

What you reckon about this one, boys and girls?
Next, uh, next number
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