Calling Calling - текст песни
Calling Calling
Came home with a sore throat
Came home with sore eyes
My body smelling so bad
I only see myself getting naked
So Ill go on pretending (ain't it true, punkrocker?)
Ive got nothing to complain
Ill go right on, motherfucker (ain't it true, nightclubber?)
No ones guilty no one is to blame
Came home with a sore throat
Came home with sore eyes
Back hurtin, soul burnin
Someone help me shake it
So Ill go on pretending (ain't it true now, mr. cop?)
Ive got nothing to complain
Ill go right on, motherfucker (ain't it true, secret agent man?)
No ones guilty no one is to blame
Two pon di floor and the nations quite sure
One is a hero and one is a hooligan
Two pon di floor and nations quite sure
Who is the hero and who is the hooligan?"
Two pon di floor and the nation wants more
No one is a hero, everyone is a hooligan
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