โหลดเพลง mp3 Granny Farming In The UK - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

Granny Farming In The UK - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

There's twenty five tunes on the visitors bell

From granny farming in the Uk

To heartbreak hotel

And there's eight million stories of cruelty to tell

As the medicine goes down

There's one currant bun in the baker's shop

Who's beaten like an egg till he bruises like an apricot
Squeezed between the legs and strangled
With a football sock

And the medicine goes down

And it's as clear as a bell and
The colour of your cheeks

And the piss awful smell of the blankets and the sheets

This ain't no charabanc no derby and Joan

And this place is no place like home

And the nurses will hold
You and ask you how you feel
But it's back to the dole
Queue for any of them who squeal

From granny farming in the UK to heartbreak hotel

There's twenty five tunes on the visitors bell

No letters no postcards no whisky no pets
No derby and Joan club and no cigarettes
No day trips to the seaside no nights on the town
No boiled beef and carrots and the medicine goes down
No handles on the windows no lights on the stairs
It's way past your bedtime and nobody cares
From granny farming in the UK to heartbreak hotel
There's twenty five tunes on the visitors bell
And the post man rings twice
With a telegram from the queen
Your legs turn to red to amber and green
Your heart jumps the lights and you fall to the ground

And your death is the talk of the town

I am your listen to me

I am your listen to me

I am your listen to me