Carousel

Album cover art for "Carousel" by Fight Like Apes

Fight Like Apes - Pop, Ireland

Carousel

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You've learned a lot, pal You've learned a lot from all your friends We've learned a lot, pal We've learned to sleep in separate beds You've got a blister on your earlobe And my god the bleeding smell And all I've got's a birthday card Says I hope you burn in hell All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding You'd better knock that mother down You'd better lock that mother down You'd better knock that mother down You'd better lock that mother down All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding All you ever seem to be is fighting, bleeding, blinding You've got a blister on your earlobe And my god the bleeding smell And all I've got's a birthday card Says I hope you burn in hell Burrito trips and coffee ships the best they can provide Hairspray head and super ted is all we ever tried Petrol sniffs and feline gifts, two fingers in your eye Holding slights burning nights was all it ever was Restaurants and poker chips is all I'd ever tried Backward flips and ballroom dips, it all seems so contrived Butchers in coffee shops, we're no one can rejoin Fighting, bleeding, blinding is all it ever was You'd better knock that mother down Not let mother down You'd better knock that mother down Not let mother down You'd better knock that mother down Not let mother down You'd better lock that mother down Fight like apes! Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan

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