paroles de chanson Spektah Gadjo - Ghostown
Living
the
life
of
a
Hermit
Born
to
be
a
bastard
He's
sailing
through
the
orbits
Ripped
to
shreds
and
torn
bits
The
odeur
from
his
arm
pits
Cover
you
in
vomit
Calling
Dr
Carpets
Came
out
of
the
bar
plastered
Quick
to
get
his
arse
kicked
Eggs
fell
out
of
his
basket
Doctors
getting
alarmist
You
shouldn't
have
got
him
started
His
brain
was
retarded
When
his
company
parted
Kept
his
secrets
guarded
Left
him
broken
hearted
Living
the
life
of
a
hermit
Born
to
be
a
bastard
Sailing
through
the
orbits
Cut
to
shreds
and
torn
bits
You
know
cos
he's
a
Ghost,
Spektah
Stranger,
Gadjo,
he's
a
Ghost,
a
stranger
A
Spektah,
a
Gadjo
It's
the
Gadjo,
roaming
through
the
streets
As
a
stranger
in
a
tangle
Stop
dark
looks
from
the
coppers
Cant
handle,
pressure
from
the
others
and
the
brothers
Just
mangles,
and
strangles
It's
the
Stray
cat,
running
from
the
dogs
in
the
alley
Quite
laid
back
Really
quite
nice
and
polite
But
they
say
that
Never
getting
out
from
the
trap
But
he
preys
that,
he's
gonna
make
that
Feeling
tipsy,
drank
8 pints
in
the
bar
Kind
of
risky,
stoned
on
his
own
With
a
bone
and
a
whisky
Now
he
can't
walk,
when
he
talks
It's
lispy,
vision
misty
Now
the
barman's
barring
his
road
Got
the
car
to
go,
and
it's
ready
to
roll
Got
the
pigs
in
toe,
and
he
thinks
he
knows
No
friends,
just
foes,
no
highs
just
lows
Go
go
Gadjo
You
know
cos
he's
a
Ghost,
Spektah
Stranger,
Gadjo,
he's
a
Ghost,
a
stranger
A
Spektah,
a
Gadjo
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