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de Still Caravan

In the land of grey and pink where only boy-scouts stop to think
They'll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies
And they're climbing down your chimney, yes, they're trying to get in
Come to take your money, isn't it a sin, they're so thin

They've black buckets in the sky
Don't laeve your dad in the rain
Cigarettes burn bright tonight
They'll all get washed down the drain

So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
Won't need any money, just fingers and your toes
And when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all
We'll need

While sailing back in morning light
We'll wash our teeth in the sea
And when the day gets really bright
We'll go to seed drinking tea

So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
Won't need any money, just fingers and your toes
And when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all
We'll need

They've black buckets in the sky
Don't laeve your dad in the rain
Cigarettes burn bright tonight
They'll all get washed down the drain

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