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Gangsters (Album Version) - Longpigs
Written by：Crispin Hunt
To lick your wounds and crack through
The morphine's sweet darkness
Bloodies your eyes and fouls your kiss
It's you I can't forget
I ain't cost you yet I ain't lost you yet
Jumped away from the lens
Ground to a point love's blind pretence
Burst all those syphilitic cysts
That rot the love of god
Stood where moses trod
The lucky sod you yet I ain't caught it yet
You cast your clever net
But I ain't caught it yet
How can I forget how can I forget
You cast your clever net
But I ain't caught it yet
Gangsters don't cry
When they shoot you to die
So keep the whites of
Their eyes in your sights
I'm Staring buck naked at the world
No fig leaf needed pure as gold
Burst all this complicated bliss
That rots the love of god
Stood where moses trod the lucky sod
And fizz the first touch of your tongue
Flinched like the grip of moist uncle
Sniff sweet coc*ine and disco sick
'Cause I can drink to this
Every shot of bliss
Aw shucks aw shucks hits
I ain't caught it yet
You cast that clever net
But I ain't caught it yet
How can I forget how can I forget
You cast your clever net
But I ain't caught it yet
Aw shucks aw shucks
Gangsters don't cry
When they shoot you to die
So keep the whites of your eyes in my sights
Lying in the sun like a fat dog with
You is worth cancer
The few pleasures
How white my little clean a** could be
There is not yet a neat media label
To describe you and me and this age
Well f**k them
And on the streets
There's an advert real
People pickled to the bone
By the vultures of culture
Golf hold on to yourself
So hang on
Hang on to yourself
Come on come on come on
Make it feel like stealers tongue
A real flesh eater
Fortune smiles on the the whites of the teeth
So bite me bite me bite me as aniseed candy
And in the parks they skate to flow it all out
It's all out they're all out
Other all other all
They're all out I'm so glad
They're all out other all
