[War Pigs Interpolation]
[Verse]
Sipping up a tin can, bit of a wasted while
Never put in too much effort, no, when his day's let go
Sniffing anything just to get him to taste it
He tried it, he couldn't
Kick that old malaise from his golden days
Feelings fade
Dripping 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
[Pre-Chorus]
You're the wrong guy, Magpie
Haven't you a good point?
The strip joint's still having you
[Chorus]
We ain't gonna get you outta here
No, we ain't gonna get you outta here
Which you're fond of saying
I know that you're down as ever, though
Oh, I know that you're down as evеr, though
And you want it, baby
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
[Bridge]
Ripping on a six speed, wind in the face
He's wild and hе's looking to that open sky
For some life inside
He's so tried
[Pre-Chorus]
You're the wrong guy, Magpie
Haven't you a good point?
The strip joint's still having you
[Chorus]
We ain't gonna get you outta here
Oh, we ain't gonna get you outta 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-ah-ah-ah
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
We ain't gonna get you outta here
No, we ain't gonna get you outta here
Do you want it 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-ah-ah-ah
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