Okay, we're gonna play a new song for you guys
That we've only played a couple places in the world
Bangkok might be number three
This is a song called "Magpie"
It's coming out in a couple weeks
Sippin' up a tin can
Bit of a wasted while
Never put in too much effort, no
When his days let go
Sniffin' anything just to get him a taste
He tried it, he couldn't
Kick that old malaise
From his golden days
Feelings fade
Drippin' off a thin, thin, thin
Thin as it gets
A line of a woman
Just to keep his toes
Underneath his nose
She lets go
You're the wrong guy, Magpie
Haven't you a good point?
The strip joints (still) having you
We ain't gonna get you out of here
No, we ain't gonna get you out of here
Which you're fond of saying
I know that you're down as ever though
Oh, I know that you're down as ever though
And you want it baby, ah-ah
Rippin' on a six speed
Wind in the face
He's wild and he's looking
To that open sky
For some life inside
He's so tired
You're the wrong guy, Magpie
Haven't you a good point?
The strip joints (still) having you
We ain't gonna get you out of here
No, we ain't gonna get you out of here
Which you're fond of saying
I know that you're down as ever though
Oh, I know that you're down as ever though
And you want it baby, ah-ah
We ain't gonna get you out of here
No, we ain't gonna get you out of here
Which you lately?
I know that you're down as ever though
Oh, I know that you're down as ever though
And you want it baby, ah-ah
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