paroles de chanson Following People - Ghostown
Hush
your
walkie
talkie,
No
use
getting
stroppy
Your
styles
a
carbon
copy,
kinda
sloppy
Change
your
hobby,
your
mister
big
nobody
You
sing
with
no
melody,
See
you
trying
to
stop
me
Chop
your
head
like
jabberwocky,
Seeing
what
your
good
for,
put
two
sugars
in
my
coffee
Blow
you
Nagasaki
Leave
you
on
the
floor
like
the
general
Gadafi
Its
that
uprising,
appetising,
roll
you
up
into
an
Indian
chapati
Came
back
to
push
your
button
Im
sick
from
all
your
strutting
Just
copy
paste
and
cutting
Regurgitate
the
radio,
play
to
win
ratio
Let
the
majors
say
so,
make
the
rappers
say
Yo
Cheers
son,
heres
to
your
health,
now
get
the
wealth
And
shed
a
tear
son,
Heres
to
the
past,
and
to
the
future
Very
fearsome,
fabulous
adventures,
unpretentious
Not
too
wear-some,
let
me
hear
some
Actions
speak
louder
than
words
Throw
my
flowers
to
the
curb
Now
my
powers
are
all
blurred
My
life
follows
the
path
of
the
curve
I
sit
back
and
observe
Like
I'm
waiting
to
be
served
And
that's
what
gets
on
her
nerves
There's
nothing
left
to
talk
about
High
time
for
walking
out
Pulling
all
the
stops
out
Out
throwing
rocks
about
Decline
your
invitation
Cos
I
got
no
conversation
My
hobby's
an
occupation
I'll
be
silent
in
creation
Talk
is
cheap,
the
small
talk
delete
You're
knocking
out
my
teeth,
even
talking
in
my
sleep
Who
you
educating?
my
methods
you're
berating
Always
understating,
every
word
your
stating
My
concrete
momentum
Cement
my
commentum
Letters
though
I
sent
them
My
words
I
invent
them
Passing
through
two
languages
Compensate
the
damages
My
brain's
wrapped
in
bandages
Thick
like
a
cabbage
is
The
sick
law
of
averages
Burning
all
my
bridges
Ragged
with
ridges
Empty
like
my
fridge
is
Now
there's
nothing
left
to
say
But
you
go
talking
anyway
Just
to
pass
the
time
of
day
You
should
pass
the
line
away
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