Bruce Lee
Bruce Lee* - 4:43 - Album Version
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Lyrics
Bullet got the wrong bloke.
Life kid,
suck,
drink from the box the juice kid suck,
life kid suck the box drink,
yeah.
Life kid drink from the box the juice kid suck life kid suck a box drink,
yeah,
Bruce Lee.Life kid,
sink from the box,
sink from the box the juice from the box kid suck,
life,
kid yeah suck from the box,
drink,
Bruce Lee.
Life kid suck from the box drink from the box the juice kid suck,
life kid suck from the box drink,
yeah,
Bruce Lee.Life kid,
sink from the box,
sink from the box the juice from the box kid suck,
life,
kid yeah suck from the box,
drink,
Bruce Lee.
Life kid suck from the box drink from the box,
the juice kid suck,
life kid suck from the box drink,
yeah,
Bruce Lee.
(yeah)
(yeah)
(yeah)
(yeah)
(yeah)Life kid suck from the box,
drink from the box,
the juice kid suck,
life kid,
suck the box yeah,
Bruce Lee.
Life kid,
drink from the box,
sink from the box,
drink from the box,
the juice kid suck,
kid suck the box drink,
yeah,
Bruce Lee.
Tan blonde.Life kid,
suck the box.
Life kid,
suck the box.
Life kid,
suck the box.
Life kid,
suck the box.
Life kid,
suck the box.
Life kid,
suck the box.
Life kid,
suck the box.
Life kid,
suck the box.Skin taught as sails in a gale,
hair always cut with a blunt tool,
muscular but firm like springs but not steel.
Four thin old men,--
Four thin old men lay silent with two vapourizing wounds each way up in his own head.
holed up in his flat packing boxes.
Piggy little--
Piggy little eyes,
folds in skin just enough to let in light.
Bullet got the wrong bloke,
but he don't die anyway,
it's nothing mortal but he don't move.
Still half sloped up the wall,
in a proper blanket,
and I have been this way for days.
Wrong bloke drops the gun,
old black pistol onto the bed.
Shooter, gets up from the other room,
deliberate and stiff.
Holds a pistol to the chest of wrong bloke and pulls the trigger.
A thin jet of water hits him in the face like a circus clown.
Wrong bloke, looks out of big eyes now.
He's straining against something he's heard just to see what is really happening,
reaches down into the blankets beside him,
comes up with the old black pistol covered in scratches,
back to bare metal like it's been kicking around the desert alone for years.Kid, s-- (x64)
Life kid,
suck from the box,
drink from the box the juice kid suck,
life kid,
suck the box,
yeah,
Bruce Lee.
Tan blonde.