Radio Apeshot by Brainiac
Radio Apeshot lyrics
slim came, guts out, blowing like a saxaphone
and chopped his boulevard turn again
jewel investors
catch the net down
radio apeshot
a fool caught down
a stone groovy, groovy
nothing like a tin crown
slim cocks his heat. god, it's nothing but a cap gun
wipe those blue-dick ghosts away
more protection
goose that mod squad
his minds a bouquet
but his hands are stone gray
right now
can't see anything better
the courts always get in the way
find the communiqu� severed
over and over again
radio apeshot
a fool caught down
pretend it's stone groovy, groovy
nothing like a tin crown.
you have radio apeshot
a fool caught down
pretend it's stone groovy, groovy
nothing like a tin crown
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