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Gangsters (Album Version)

Longpigs
1999-01-014:30 minSynced lyrics

"Gangsters (Album Version)" is a song by Longpigs, released in 1999 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:30 long and contains 65 lines and 385 words.

0:15To lick your wounds and crack through
0:20The morphine's sweet darkness
0:24Bloodies your eyes and fouls your kiss
0:28It's you I can't forget
0:31I ain't cost you yet I ain't lost you yet
0:35Jumped away from the lens
0:38Ground to a point love's blind pretence
0:43Burst all those syphilitic cysts
0:48That rot the love of god
0:51Stood where moses trod
0:53The lucky sod you yet I ain't caught it yet
0:58You cast your clever net
1:01But I ain't caught it yet
1:03How can I forget how can I forget
1:08You cast your clever net
1:10But I ain't caught it yet
1:17Gangsters don't cry
1:21When they shoot you to die
1:25So keep the whites of
1:27Their eyes in your sights
1:36I'm Staring buck naked at the world
1:40No fig leaf needed pure as gold
1:45Burst all this complicated bliss
1:49That rots the love of god
1:52Stood where moses trod the lucky sod
1:56And fizz the first touch of your tongue
1:59Flinched like the grip of moist uncle
2:04Sniff sweet coc*ine and disco sick
2:09'Cause I can drink to this
2:12Every shot of bliss
2:14Aw shucks aw shucks hits
2:16I ain't caught it yet
2:19You cast that clever net
2:21But I ain't caught it yet
2:24How can I forget how can I forget
2:28You cast your clever net
2:31But I ain't caught it yet
2:36Aw shucks aw shucks
2:52Gangsters don't cry
2:57When they shoot you to die
3:02So keep the whites of your eyes in my sights
3:13Lying in the sun like a fat dog with
3:15You is worth cancer
3:21The few pleasures
3:22How white my little clean a** could be
3:24There is not yet a neat media label
3:26To describe you and me and this age
3:30Well f**k them
3:31And on the streets
3:33There's an advert real
3:34People pickled to the bone
3:35By the vultures of culture
3:37Golf hold on to yourself
3:42So hang on
3:44Hang on to yourself
3:51Come on come on come on
4:01Make it feel like stealers tongue
4:09A real flesh eater
4:16Fortune smiles on the the whites of the teeth
4:19So bite me bite me bite me as aniseed candy
4:24And in the parks they skate to flow it all out
4:26It's all out they're all out
4:28Other all other all
4:29They're all out I'm so glad
4:30They're all out other all
To lick your wounds and crack through
The morphine's sweet darkness
Bloodies your eyes and fouls your kiss
It's you I can't forget
I ain't cost you yet I ain't lost you yet
Jumped away from the lens
Ground to a point love's blind pretence
Burst all those syphilitic cysts
That rot the love of god
Stood where moses trod
The lucky sod you yet I ain't caught it yet
You cast your clever net
But I ain't caught it yet
How can I forget how can I forget
You cast your clever net
But I ain't caught it yet
Gangsters don't cry
When they shoot you to die
So keep the whites of
Their eyes in your sights
I'm Staring buck naked at the world
No fig leaf needed pure as gold
Burst all this complicated bliss
That rots the love of god
Stood where moses trod the lucky sod
And fizz the first touch of your tongue
Flinched like the grip of moist uncle
Sniff sweet coc*ine and disco sick
'Cause I can drink to this
Every shot of bliss
Aw shucks aw shucks hits
I ain't caught it yet
You cast that clever net
But I ain't caught it yet
How can I forget how can I forget
You cast your clever net
But I ain't caught it yet
Aw shucks aw shucks
Gangsters don't cry
When they shoot you to die
So keep the whites of your eyes in my sights
Lying in the sun like a fat dog with
You is worth cancer
The few pleasures
How white my little clean a** could be
There is not yet a neat media label
To describe you and me and this age
Well f**k them
And on the streets
There's an advert real
People pickled to the bone
By the vultures of culture
Golf hold on to yourself
So hang on
Hang on to yourself
Come on come on come on
Make it feel like stealers tongue
A real flesh eater
Fortune smiles on the the whites of the teeth
So bite me bite me bite me as aniseed candy
And in the parks they skate to flow it all out
It's all out they're all out
Other all other all
They're all out I'm so glad
They're all out other all
Gangsters (Album Version) lyrics

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