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Black Mountain - Faulty Times Lyrics




I was seventeen,
In nineteen thirty-three.
Splitting out of my seams,
Can't you see what I've seen?
I'll be one one four,
By the third world war.
Faulty times.
Faulty times.

Let's smoke some kill,
And get outta this place.

Lived a life of crime,
Since about grade nine.
So whose side you on?
Whose side you on?
But ain't it a loss,
A dental floss?
Faulty times.
Faulty times.

Let's smoke some kill,
And get outta this place.

'Cause nobody likes your,
F*cked up plans,
Of shooting up some foreign land,
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.

I was seventeen,
In nineteen thirty-three.
Splitting out of my seams,
Can't you see what I've seen?
I'll be one one four,
By the third world war.
Faulty times.
Faulty times.

Let's smoke some kill,
And get outta this place.

'Cause nobody likes your,
F*cked up plans,
Of shooting up some foreign land,
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.
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I was seventeen,
In nineteen thirty-three.
Splitting out of my seams,
Can't you see what I've seen?
I'll be one one four,
By the third world war.
Faulty times.
Faulty times.

Let's smoke some kill,
And get outta this place.

Lived a life of crime,
Since about grade nine.
So whose side you on?
Whose side you on?
But ain't it a loss,
A dental floss?
Faulty times.
Faulty times.

Let's smoke some kill,
And get outta this place.

'Cause nobody likes your,
F*cked up plans,
Of shooting up some foreign land,
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.

I was seventeen,
In nineteen thirty-three.
Splitting out of my seams,
Can't you see what I've seen?
I'll be one one four,
By the third world war.
Faulty times.
Faulty times.

Let's smoke some kill,
And get outta this place.

'Cause nobody likes your,
F*cked up plans,
Of shooting up some foreign land,
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.
That's spread it's weight,
In spite of all your laws.
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Writer: Amber Erica Webber, Jeremy Victor Schmidt, Joshua Mark Wells, Matthew Camirand, Stephen Gordon McBean
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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