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LATA TOWN - TRAP DOOR
let me get this story down,
comin out of lata town,
its a case of swim or drown,
in dublin's lost and found,
come get me out of here,
full of drunks and puke and fear,
all the junkies hustle their gear,
and the gardais always near,
cos a party's not a party til the gardai's round,
smokes and hash grow up from the ground,
boys round here don't mean no harm,
but does your motor have an alarm,
all the little girls have no clothes on,
get the big it up boys to fight for fun,
these little games go on and on,
til she gets knocked up,
game over son,
in a travis bickle state, walkin' round to get a crate,
just trying to ignore, give us a smoke will ya mate,
funny thing is it's where the big city ends,
but round here we've got the whole U.N,
junksies looksies money and fags,
then again whats fuckin' new pussycat,
shop bustop is the worst I tell you,
but round there you'll get super valu,
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all the cokeheads up late in the casino,
croupier pedro serves up vino,
dishin' out cards like bullets from a gun,
playin' big boy snap never seemed so fun,
psychedelic luke thought he lost his mind,
droppin' microdots three down at a time,
how did we get into this situation,
it's not just us it's the whole fuckin nation,
story mary, quite contrary,
thought she'd grow up and be a fairy,
white dress dream didn't go too far,
when she lost her v in shano's car,
believe it or not yeh i love this place,
and i'll stay here if i should fall from grace,
home sweet hole as the saying goes,
it's all there in the square,
right across the road,
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i can't sleep round here,
got sirens in my ear,
my heads so full of fear,
give us that bottle over here,
i can't sleep round here,
got sirens in my ear,
my heads so full of fear,
give us that bottle over here,
(words by Sean OB)
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Lata Town,
track released November 26, 2011
Sean OB - Lyrics/Composer
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