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Laid low in the sack
Laid low by a good time
Fucked up in the sunshine
Dumb fuck on the moonshine
Reborn baby reborn
Laid low in the sunshine
Laid low and I feel fine
Goodbye
Bow wow Bulluluuoa
Half-baked with my bad rhyme
Dumb fuck on the moonshine
Coalesced baby coalesced
You know the rest
Reborn baby reborn
Reborn baby reborn
Reborn baby reborn
Laid low baby laid low
Laid low baby laid low
Laid low baby laid low
Maybe just one hour to go
Feeling reborn baby reborn
Maybe just one hour to go
Laid low baby laid low
Pushed off the cliff by an angry mob
And made to run from a steady job
Laid low in the sunshine
Laid low by a good time
Laid low baby laid low
Coalesced in the summertime
Reborn
Laid low and a laid low
Maybe just one hour to go
Unreliable historian
Said it began in Byzantium
Cooked the books on Babylon
And he burned the words of better men
Laid low baby laid low
Never gave up the ghost
Until all his organs had turned to slurry
And he began to worry
Laid low baby laid low
Maybe just one hour to go
It was a slum cavern jest
Coalesced in the sunshine
Fucked up with a bad rhyme
Ohhh the moonshine
Reborn baby reborn
Reborn baby reborn
Reborn reborn reborn
Unreliable historian
Unreliable historian
He coalesced with his Dorian pillars
And his nicotine stained glass
Said a mono mix ‘cos I can’t be assed
Slum Cavern Jest
Coalesced baby coalesced
Mutable
He said his buddy was the best
Seemed to be a deep well of dark woeful ideas
As the living day dawns
Reborn baby reborn
Reborn baby reborn
Reborn baby reborn
As the living day dawns
On new laburnum lawns
And he said
Never underestimate the mutability of the coalesced
Never give up the ghost
Until all your organs have turned to slurry
Then you may worry
Laid low by a good time
Fucked up in the sunshine
Dumb fuck on the moonshine
Moonstruck in the sunshine
A reborn baby reborn
Or just dead already
Or just dead already
Reborn baby reborn
Laid low by a bad rhyme
Maybe just one hour to go
Laid low baby laid low
On the sunset trip
The sunset trip
The sunset trip
He said I’ll meet you at the Birds
He said the Birds
But he didn’t know the words
No American was ever told about
The unreliable historian
Roman British and unrelated brands
Burned the words of better men
And cooked the books on a Babylon
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