LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBack In The County Hell
AWell oh well I'm back in the county hellI just flew in and my arms they feel like hellI'm so glad to be back in the county hellAI missed the smack, I missed the crack, I missed the killings tooI missed the London Irish girls but especially missed youThe USA never fails to make me bluePut me in charge I?d execute the Artistic Queersand all the fuckin bastards that drink trendy Irish beersMy death squads would be kids from flats all high from sniffing glueI'd use them to kill rich brits and the high city jews.The park bench Aristrocrats were drinking in the parkAnd the junkies are still sneaking in for fix up after darkAnd Jock laid out on his park bench like it was his home setteeSinging like a fallen angel, me and Bobby McGee
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