The Vaselines
The Vaselines
The Vaselines
The Vaselines
The Vaselines
The Vaselines
The Vaselines
The Vaselines
The Vaselines
The Vaselines
The Vaselines
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The Vaselines
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The Vaselines
The Vaselines
They say the story, and I hope it don't bore ya
About the day I was a horse
He said I've been a-mourning and a-better be a-coming
And he changed into a horse
Where'd he go? I don't know
What's he on? Something strong
What is it? Dipshit
I'll take him on a cocaine trip
He walks his house with a big bad mouth
And he swallowed all my friends
So I let him in and rescued the gang
And he started up again
He got kinda tricky as the silence went shitty
I was going on the bed
He forgot little streaks and how everything would changed that
This might never end