The Breeders - Little Fury Lyrics
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| The Breeders
- Little Fury Lyrics
Album: Title Tk Round up holler girl Ah I will sing Title TK If I don’t black out Dumb made for fucking And missing from the party That boy spun out Hold what you’ve got Hold what you've got While Xenia twists up the sky Akron flakes out Grindcore little fury I feel hot tire Why is it floating in My beer? Hold what you’ve got My big drum On your big face The one eyed jazz As hickeys fade Round up holler girl We’ll all need bigger uniforms Grindcore little fury It’s been a few days And I know I will have spun out Hold what you’ve got Hold what you've got My big drum On your big face The one eyed jazz As hickeys fade Grindcore little fury If I don't black out Hold what you’ve got Hold what you’ve got Hold what you’ve got Hold what you’ve got Hold what you’ve got
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