heresy A getaway

Bye bye baby ill cya later
Bye bye baby ill cya later
My man looks like the old Shakin Stevens
He says I resemble like the old Steptoe
He sits down slow but quick sniff up the blow
Reminisce about beans and how we all do grow
And the good man says bloody feel like leaving
But hes lean again forgotten what I already know
Made enough money shottin bobby bills and po
He spent it all quick sniffin up on the blow
Hard for your playin no smoking on the night bus
No *******t Holmes with your big boy Sherlock
The man got chickenpox at 23
If you go down the docks you better take all of your money money money money
It aint no dunny, its a toilet
Great grandaddy, got sent there
So go back home
Stop cloggin up pubs with your bull*******t talkin
And the nightbuses that complain at us
Peeps call us right-wing but were pretty ******* liberal
I * ******t you, you not cos were all for the equal
And yes J, I agree the first Predator is much better than the sequel
No question, the second ones feeble
Kids with skids, and coughing up dust
Yeah Im waiting man, I cuss, must, and man
Now bike chain broken, now that too much rust
And people slowly stepping in ways trying to cuss us
Heres ya getaway
I aint gonna try to cry
Hard for your playin no smoking on the night bus
And so I must say
Kids with skids, and coughing up dust
I sad to see you cut the ties
Good man says bloody feel like leaving
In these cities, hard to see the stars overhead
Can see the moon though the street light turns it blood red
The star symbolises the guts we bled
The mouth got fed the winding alleys that we tread
The moon much bigger representing the dead
Who lie in the sewers under soldiers feet
They stir as you march while your asleep they walk the street
Put your ears to the drain you can hear them weep
So we all chat about it and we decided you should getaway
Heres ya getaway
Youre getting away
Man heres ya getaway
And yeah bye bye baby
Ill see you later
Ill see you later
Heres ya getaway
Rob the bank heres ya getaway
And ill take my ticket get out of this town
And get away
Heres ya getaway
Ah cha cha baby
Heres ya getaway
Rob the bank take the getaway
And ill talk to the pigs hear as I say
And id get yourself out of this city, oh getaway
Oh man heres ya getaway
And id getaway, getaway, id getaway
Oh yeah show to the peeps I see what I see
And oh, rob the bank, Make a getaway
And ill rob the bank , but ill take a getaway
Heres ya getaway
Bye bye baby ill
I aint gonna try to cry
But I must say
Bye bye baby ill
I sad to see you cut the ties
Bye bye baby ill cya later