Harrison Adams
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Lyrics
There he sits Guardian the fish market Splitting hairs and atoms Eying the salt target Please to preach Harrison Adams The son of a jack poker Panting like a ram worker Arise Give into the umpire Feel his air Relax That's where we stay He says: You aren't happy with me And I know it And you are the world to me But it's all gone now It's all gone now Look at the back of his pants Where he must have sat in something Bring it to boil Your gripes and your follies Being appointed chief Of your own dream team That's what they call'em Dead on arrival Begone Take your opinions From the removal office I ask For your forgiveness...
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:59
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 92 BPM