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Slags, Slates, Etc - Live, Al's Bar, Los Angeles, 4 July 1981
The Fall
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Okay, hoes, there's barren rats
They strike me back, therefore I beg
Just trade power
A male slag, son
A male slag, son
Slag slaves and teens, son
All the cool ones have our space
And our maids, son
Everything's drained by our stage, son
A male slag, son
A male slag slaves and teens, son
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A male slag, let me talk of your drink
Casey correct about skulls, son
It's a male slag
Slag slaves and teens, son
Remember our slaves are all men
So I'll have faith, son
When I die, you'll have grace, son
One day they will have faith, son
We can't see ourselves
I'll make memorization
A male slag, son
Slag slaves and teens, son
A wah-wah, wah-wah
A male slag, son
Slag slaves and teens, son
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What is gone does not come
Soon loses the gun
And the needle's sharp, son
A male slag, son
Slag slaves and teens, son
A male slag, son
With creepy pounds, son
Scrub mounds, son
I kill jokes, son
For joint bands, son
For joint bands, son
No cultural interest in her land
A male slag, son
A male slag, son
A wah-wah, wah-wah
A male slag, son
Slag slaves and teens, son
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The pole nearly over
Scars remain cut long, son
I've never published your tongue, son
I've never published your tongue, son
Young and old, Uncle Tom, son
Smile, I'm free, son
A male slag, son
I love meat, son
I love nipples and heat, son
A male slag, son
Slag slaves and teens, son
A liver eater has gone to
The mailing of wheat, son
My waist, son, was barely
Well, he passed off that weight, son
And he betrayed an uptight, son
And I laughed, I felt wrapped, son
A male slag, son
Slag slaves and teens, son
A wah-wah, wah-wah
A male slag, son
Slag slaves and teens, son
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Female slaves make hounds of your whims, son
I follow you around and make mates, son
Go-go dancers and maids, son
A male slag, son
Slag slaves and teens, son
A male slag, let me talk of your drink
Casey correct about skulls, son
I suck that mother of toad, son
It's the gravity slave, son
No bitch will be copied into anywhere
A male slag, son
Slag slaves and teens, son
A male slag, son
A male slag, son
A wah-wah, wah-wah
A male slag, son
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Slag slaves and teens, son
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