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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

Strange Part of the Country

Old Irish Drunks

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ThaSleepyBoii: Vocals, Fender Jazzmaster electric guitar, production.

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ThaSleepyBoii: Vocals, Fender Jazzmaster Electric guitar, production.

Lyrics:

Squeaky the ACAB Clown:

Squeaky the ACAB clown 
Lived in a walk up in park slope 
He learned how not to frown
At Vassar College; he was no dope 

His senior thesis was about 
The praxis of clowning In oppressed communities 
So he wore a big red snout 
On which he wrote “fuck tha police”

Chorus
Squeaky became an ACAB clown 
Squeaky became an ACAB clown

Squeaky performed at prisons 
And halfway homes and protests 
His white skin would glisten  
At the feminist birthday parties he blessed 

One day Squeaky thought he’d play 
A dirty little trick on the pigs in blue 
The grand plan that he laid
Would give him some pork to chew 

Squeaky was an ACAB clown 
And this is a-what went down

He did a show at the policeman’s ball 
Where he rode his unicycle on the American flag 
He spit ribbons from hid mouth from his seat so tall 
And spit a pistol came out with a gag 

It happened in an instant
Squeaky fired at will 
He made the cops nonexistent 
In other words he shot to kill
Blood and brain sprayed on his white face 
Like a money shot in a porn flick 
To the exits the police raced  
They clawed at the doors like animals; it would make you sick 

Squeaky was an ACAB clown
Squeaky was the ACAB clown 
And after the swat team got there 
With a few hollow points he went down

Bridge 
But Squeaky, old Squeaky 
Squeaky had one last little trick 
With a twinkle in his eye 
The bomb strapped to him started to tick
Squeaky blew up in a storm of confetti 
And banana peels
And C4 and spaghetti 

Outro:
The night before he died
Squeaky felt so scared 
He jerked off and it helped a bit 
Then he looked at his plans and prepared
And thought about all of it 
One more time

Squeaky the ACAB Clown

ThaSleepyBoii

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