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Downtown Patriots - Bob Crane şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Downtown Patriots

albüm: Dance Out Of The Dark


He was a mean ol' bastard
By the name of Bob crane
Lived for the money and power
And felt no shame
Shit faced on whiskey
He beat, stabbed or shot back each night
Looking for a trophy to lock up in his mind
Strolling out and cruisin' around
And looking for some fun abound
And so he's lurking again
He lights a cigarette
He hitches up her dress
Bob's taking her home
Bob Crane in his castle
Acts like he's the king
Strapped down and beating her, yeah
That was his thing
He'd take his hand to her face
Holding on and won't let go
He was a mean ol' bastard
That's all he'd ever known
Strolling out and cruisin' around
And looking for some fun abound
And so he's lurking again
He lights a cigarette
He hitches up her dress
Bob's taking her home
Cruisin' around, he'd drive all night
Just to find the next light
To beat on, to get some, to feed on
And so he's lurking again
He lights a cigarette
He hitches up her dress
Bob's taking her home

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