I just survive any way I can
No guru, no method, no pension plan
Your luck's just as plain as I'm not paying attention
I'm gonna take her with me in my satanic stretcher
They call me the [???] to Islam's plan
I am! I f*cking am!
and now you say I'm a reprobate, well that's okay
but you wouldn't if I, say, got paid
They said you really should come with me
to [????] and [????]
And now they call me the [????]
That's me!....
On Christmas Day the sky is full
Babies wail through the wafer wall
We penetrate a steepless face
Lies now in who know's flat
This is the one possible mystic act
Breakfast with Bandog / Morning coffee with Khali
Golden gutters where we can beg
You run to the cupboard
with your hacknail and drown
Wish me dead
Fatima Mansions - C7 Breakfast With Bandog Lyrics
Fatima Mansions - C7 Breakfast With Bandog Lyrics
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I just survive any way I can
No guru, no method, no pension plan
Your luck's just as plain as I'm not paying attention
I'm gonna take her with me in my satanic stretcher
They call me the [???] to Islam's plan
I am! I f*cking am!
and now you say I'm a reprobate, well that's okay
but you wouldn't if I, say, got paid
They said you really should come with me
to [????] and [????]
And now they call me the [????]
That's me!....
On Christmas Day the sky is full
Babies wail through the wafer wall
We penetrate a steepless face
Lies now in who know's flat
This is the one possible mystic act
Breakfast with Bandog / Morning coffee with Khali
Golden gutters where we can beg
You run to the cupboard
with your hacknail and drown
Wish me dead
No guru, no method, no pension plan
Your luck's just as plain as I'm not paying attention
I'm gonna take her with me in my satanic stretcher
They call me the [???] to Islam's plan
I am! I f*cking am!
and now you say I'm a reprobate, well that's okay
but you wouldn't if I, say, got paid
They said you really should come with me
to [????] and [????]
And now they call me the [????]
That's me!....
On Christmas Day the sky is full
Babies wail through the wafer wall
We penetrate a steepless face
Lies now in who know's flat
This is the one possible mystic act
Breakfast with Bandog / Morning coffee with Khali
Golden gutters where we can beg
You run to the cupboard
with your hacknail and drown
Wish me dead