Swingin Utters - Tied Down, Spit On

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You better go, or you’ll be stepped on with your sharpened bayonette boots
You’ll be long gone you gotta go, you gotta get on
With all the glory of good riches you’ve been brainwashed
And as far as for all the days and what you’ll do with them
Just spend some quiet time you need some rest to mend
You’re getting slow, you’re getting old now, you gotta run
Just like you used to, you’re tied down, boy, you’ve been tied down and spit on