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I'm sick of working for a living Oh, periscope up, I've been looking for a ladder Your mum don't sleep and the friends you keep But the leaders of the
free world My thinking isn't driven Oh, periscope up should be looking for a ladder Your mum don't sleep and the
friends you keep But the leaders of the free world But the leaders of the free world P-p-passing the gun from father to feckless son Passing the gun from father to feckless son Passing the gun from father to feckless son
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606 I’m sick of working for a living Periscope up Your mum don’t sleep! But the LEADERS OF THE FREE WORLD My thinking isn’t driven Periscope up Your mum don’t sleep! Passing the gun from Father to FECKLESS son An Imagined Affair She brings the morning So lost in the sound of her voice She brings the morning But all this an imagined affair 606 I’m sick of working for a living I’m just ticking off the days till I die I miss you Louise And the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth Periscope up I’ve been looking for a ladder I need to see THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF And remind him what was passed onto me Your mum don’t sleep! The friends you keep! I didn’t raise a thief! But the LEADERS OF THE FREE WORLD Are just little boys throwing stones And its easy to ignore ‘til they’re knocking on the door of your homes My thinking isn’t driven But the music always gives me a lift I’m so easy to please But I think we dropped the baton like the 60’s didn’t happen. Oh no. Periscope up Should be looking for a ladder I need to se THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF And remind him what was passed onto me Your mum don’t sleep! The friends you keep! I didn’t raise a thief! Passing the gun from Father to FECKLESS son We’re climbing a landslide where only the good die young An Imagined Affair A sky as black as regret is rolling aside for the blue Impossible face to forget These feelings belong in a zoo She brings the morning She brings the morning sun So lost in the sound of her voice I don,t even hear the words When she says come on get out The past will find us out Come on get out please And don’t breathe a word She brings the morning She brings the morning sun But all this an imagined affair While sitting in a bar spilling in a bar I drink until the doorman is a Christmas tree And my speech is just a gas leak RELATED SONGS RELATED ARTICLES
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