Strange Part of the Country - Lyrics

The night falls on Nong Bone town

Seventeen ladyboys and he are beating up small change Europeans
Someone gets drugged by three old ladies

This is a strange part of the country
This is a strange part of the world
This is a strange part of the country
And we are not welcome
We are not welcome

The night falls, I have no past

Twenty three hostess girls and me
The edge of the roads turn into decades rubbing against me

This is a strange part of the country
This is a strange part of the world
This is a strange part of the country
And we are not welcome

We are not well

This is a strange part of the country
This is a strange part of the world
This is a strange part of the country
But we are not welcome
We are not welcome

Strange Part of the Country

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Kitty’s Wake - Lyrics

At Kitty’s wake we sang the old songs
And the priest was telling me about his world

I’m at the old house for the last time
All the workers at the church stop when we arrive

And everyone dies
And everyone is born with life
And everyone might find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend their lives with

All the kids are playing grown up
I’m remembering that once I was a child

Some are lonesome when they’re on their own
And then some of us never get the time alone

And everyone dies
And everyone is born with life
And everyone might find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend 

And I should know

Kitty's Wake

Old Irish Drunks - Lyrics

Well he left home one Sligo day and he kept on going until he came to a halt
And they heard nothing of their lost son since London had swallowed him up
Each night he drank himself to sleep in a town where he lived but did not belong
These streets were built by men who came from the earth then covered it up

They built these streets of Cricklewood
They built these streets of Kilburn
They built these streets of Cricklewood
And they built them good
Built them good

Living on the far edge he broke his toes in the High Road cold
His last days he told me how much he loved all he said he hated most

They built these streets of Cricklewood
They built these streets of Kilburn
They built these streets of Cricklewood
And they built them good
Built them good

And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain

Built them good
Built them good
Built them good
Built them good

Old Irish Drunks

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beat, mixing, mastering and cover by me, vocals by callmedezz

LIL THICK (ft. T.W.O)

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