Zita Swoon - The French Trombone lyrics

Everybody said it was dirty
But their truth is like a gun
I still try to get my ...
Even when I am forced to none
Dancing on their prudence shield
Stroking while I am young
Relying on their nursery
Making it mine

Hey everybody was laughing
But I could not resist crying
Hey I felt sad because
They where all lying
They all crown their frowns
They all swop their alibis
I am glad I know that I do not care

My mind is in my hands now
It is the odd cause

I remember when I was in the desert
Sucking on my french colonge
Grinding on my pillowcase
Enjoying all alone
And the air was soft & new
And the chances that I took
I wonder sometimes if without it
We still have anything to go for


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