Lyrics Cut And Run - Slaves

You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
Put your feet up
You're looking unwell
Put your feet up
You're looking unwell
Cut and run
You're looking unwell
You're your father's son
He didn't learn from the error of his way
Now he stays in a camp cos he was counting down his days
He didn't from the error of his way
Now he stays in a camp cos he was counting down his days
He didn't learn form the error of his way
Now he stays in a capm cos he was counting down his days
He didin't learn from the error of his way
Now he stays in a camp cos he was counting down his days
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
Put your feet up
You're looking unwell
Put your feet up
You're looking unwell
Cut and run
You're looking unwell
You're your father's son
He didn't learn from the error of his way
Now he stays in a camp cos he was counting down his days
He didn't from the error of his way
Now he stays in a camp cos he was counting down his days
He didn't learn form the error of his way
Now he stays in a capm cos he was counting down his days
He didin't learn from the error of his way
Now he stays in a camp cos he was counting down his days
All talk no action
All work no play
No satisfaction
You'll have your day
All talk no trousers
All work no play
No satisfaction
You'll have yor day
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
Cut and run
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're your father's son
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
Cut and run
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
Cut and run