War on Jazz
War on Jazz

Destroyer - War on Jazz Lyrics

Apr 20, 2010
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War on Jazz Lyrics

Money goes in the bank, spank, spank her
Kowtow, a German prince can love to
Love you, lovey-dove you
I can't talk, I do it too

Oh, crazy, crazy
Mac, make her mate me
The treasure wasn't gold
It was cold, so was she, so
Dead soul, possess me to eat his bed
Down, dog, one, two, three, four
You said it

Can they grade me?
They get me something
Don't hit me with that, no
Don't hit me with that song
No-one's strong here
Somewhat stoned, y'know
There's no more shows to do

Cutting corners at every corner
You beautiful military minds
Soldiered you on

How many days of this are left to
My routine? So clean, clean, clean
The like slow, slow, slow-shodden shoes

Writer(s): Daniel Bejar
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
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