Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
I'm expending my last energy, I feel good, though
'Cause I'm seldom seen
A perfect picture I found in a dream
I jab and move punches soft as whipped cream
I'm ripped and torn but never on the seam
I'm spitting, shitting - excreting's tough
I'm dressed real sharp but in fisticuffs
My drinks go down, they never come up
I take the train, the verticals are much to rough
It's a shame that I'm a powder puff
I'm feeling good I was told not to touch
Reggae gets big in a small town
What ever happened to the original sound?
Reggae gets big in a small town
I'll tell my friends I'm leaving town
When reggae gets big in a small town
I just want to split town
When reggae gets big in a small town
I just want to leave town
I'm setting all my limits low so when I reach for the sky
I'm up to my elbows, where eagles dare?
No, I'm fucking with the crows, I'm flapping my wings
But they're lazy and slow
I thought my cement was hardening but I was standing in cookie dough
I baked a dozen so I'd have something to throw!