in the land of grey and pink


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 leave your dad in the rain Cigarettes

burn bright tonight,

they’ll all get washed down the drain

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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 sea drinking tea

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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 leave your dad in the rain Cigarettes

burn bright tonight, they’ll all get washed down

the drain

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~ by chikamaru777 on 18 September, 2007.

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