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and the blood of men whose heads bleed in padded cells
and the roofers blood when the roofer slips and falls from the roof
and the blood that comes and flows in great gushes with the newborn
and the blood of men whose heads bleed in padded cells
and the roofers blood when the roofer slips and falls from the roof
and the blood that comes and flows in great gushes with the newborn
it's not the wankers or the misplaced weaks
the fuckin' dodgy roofers
mate
it's not the wankers or the misplaced weaks
the fuckin' dodgy roofers
mate
having my cabbage hella slap a laffish trunk full of prop
roofers
tweeters and horns
having my cabbage hella slap a laffish trunk full of prop
roofers
tweeters and horns
you brought your pistols and i brought my rugers
we got them ladders we feel like them roofers
don't make us go stupid
you brought your pistols and i brought my rugers
we got them ladders we feel like them roofers
don't make us go stupid