The lyrics are the point here:
Iâve got a rifle on my back, swinging past the birch trees
Well I set of a bomb way back there - I donât care about nobody but me
I, no I ainât slack
Ran back home and drunk all the wine, well I stole a bottle for myself
With insects crawling in my hair, the trees are black and I donât care
'Cos I, no I ainât slack
Rescued a cat from a tree, well its fur was all caked in dirt
So I killed it dead for liking me, yeah I stole a car and drove to town
And I, no I ainât slack
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Now youâre getting the idea. Appropriate thumbnails.
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Iâll delete this post soon.
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one more just to break up the monopoly XD
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