Gangsters-Longpigs

[ti:Gangsters] [ar:Longpigs] [al:Mobile Home] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.32]Gangsters - Longpigs [00:07.39]Written by：Crispin Hunt [00:13.97] [00:15.20]To lick your wounds and crack through [00:20.06]The morphine's sweet darkness [00:23.72] [00:24.26]Bloodies your eyes and fouls your kiss [00:28.46]It's you I can't forget [00:31.77]I ain't cost you yet I ain't lost you yet [00:35.94]Jumped away from the lens [00:38.01] [00:38.52]Ground to a point love's blind pretence [00:43.68]Burst all those syphilitic cysts [00:48.04]That rot the love of god [00:51.16]Stood where moses trod [00:53.47]The lucky sod you yet I ain't caught it yet [00:58.43]You cast your clever net [01:00.22] [01:01.16]But I ain't caught it yet [01:03.27]How can I forget how can I forget [01:07.37] [01:08.19]You cast your clever net [01:10.58]But I ain't caught it yet [01:13.49] [01:17.03]Gangsters don't cry [01:20.60] [01:21.11]When they shoot you to die [01:24.13] [01:25.84]So keep the whites of [01:27.45]Their eyes in your sights [01:32.44] [01:36.36]I'm Staring buck naked at the world [01:39.42] [01:40.25]No fig leaf needed pure as gold [01:45.29]Burst all this complicated bliss [01:48.94] [01:49.57]That rots the love of god [01:52.52]Stood where moses trod the lucky sod [01:56.08]And fizz the first touch of your tongue [01:58.81] [01:59.73]Flinched like the grip of moist uncle [02:03.76] [02:04.61]Sniff sweet coc*ine and disco sick [02:08.57] [02:09.19]'Cause I can drink to this [02:12.11]Every shot of bliss [02:13.74] [02:14.24]Aw shucks aw shucks hits [02:16.38] [02:16.93]I ain't caught it yet [02:18.50] [02:19.15]You cast that clever net [02:21.07] [02:21.80]But I ain't caught it yet [02:24.17]How can I forget how can I forget [02:28.23] [02:28.75]You cast your clever net [02:30.75] [02:31.70]But I ain't caught it yet [02:34.20] [02:36.12]Aw shucks aw shucks [02:38.37] [02:52.72]Gangsters don't cry [02:56.52] [02:57.38]When they shoot you to die [03:00.08] [03:02.14]So keep the whites of your eyes in my sights [03:08.82] [03:13.41]Lying in the sun like a fat dog with [03:15.40]You is worth cancer [03:18.65] [03:21.08]The few pleasures [03:22.04]How white my little clean a** could be [03:24.97]There is not yet a neat media label [03:26.81]To describe you and me and this age [03:29.28] [03:30.69]Well f**k them [03:31.38] [03:31.90]And on the streets [03:33.00]There's an advert real [03:34.27]People pickled to the bone [03:35.63]By the vultures of culture [03:37.45]Golf hold on to yourself [03:41.82] [03:42.46]So hang on [03:44.11] [03:44.87]Hang on to yourself [03:50.25] [03:51.69]Come on come on come on [03:57.98] [04:01.09]Make it feel like stealers tongue [04:08.37] [04:09.72]A real flesh eater [04:13.20] [04:16.48]Fortune smiles on the the whites of the teeth [04:19.12]So bite me bite me bite me as aniseed candy [04:21.95] [04:24.70]And in the parks they skate to flow it all out [04:26.98]It's all out they're all out [04:28.56]Other all other all [04:29.62]They're all out I'm so glad [04:30.89]They're all out other all