Lyrics Cocaine - The Cruel Sea
Hey
jim
A
knife,
a
fork,
a
bottle
and
a
cork
That′s
the
way
you
spell
new
york...
right
on
No
matter
what
i
feed
my
guests
They
always
like
my
kitchen
the
best
Cause
i
got
a
whole
lotta
Cocaine
running
around
in
my
brain
Man
o
man
o
man
i
gotta
be
on
the
run
Cause
i
gotta
meet
that
setting
sun
I
gotta
whole
lotta
Cocaine
running
around
in
my
brain
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