Runaway Pram Songtext
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Now I always used to be last to the table,
I think I heard someone say "I didn't know Tom Mayne was disabled,"
And though I can tell you, I didn't give a fuck,
It's hard when even a hooker won't give you a second look,
But now I can shout on a Japanese tram,
Because I'm on a runaway pram,
Well, I'm not saying girls were for me a closed book,
But let's just say I got them to -- well open up,
The words that I read when I spread those pages wide,
I think I heard someone say "I didn't know Tom Mayne was disabled,"
And though I can tell you, I didn't give a fuck,
It's hard when even a hooker won't give you a second look,
But now I can shout on a Japanese tram,
Because I'm on a runaway pram,
Well, I'm not saying girls were for me a closed book,
But let's just say I got them to -- well open up,
The words that I read when I spread those pages wide,
Oh god, even the straightest man would have died,
I no longer hold my finger in the dam,
Because I'm on a runaway pram,
A runaway pram, A runaway pram, A runaway ahahahaha,
I say...
Now time's getting faster, because less and less is new,
And the only thing that leaves you mood is when your bowels move,
You're wasting nineteen hours in a twenty hour day
And the other thirty minutes, it slips away,
I use to give a dime, but now I don't give a damn,
Because I'm on a runaway pram,
A runaway pram, A runaway pram, A runaway runaway runway pram
You ever have a feeling that you're outside life,
No fruit, no death, no wishing you had a wife,
I was more invisible than the invisible man,
At least he had a balaclava and blue gloves on his hand, My life up till then was such a shame,
But now I'm on a runaway pram.
A runaway pram, A runaway pram, A runaway pram hahahahahaha
I no longer hold my finger in the dam,
Because I'm on a runaway pram,
A runaway pram, A runaway pram, A runaway ahahahaha,
I say...
Now time's getting faster, because less and less is new,
And the only thing that leaves you mood is when your bowels move,
You're wasting nineteen hours in a twenty hour day
And the other thirty minutes, it slips away,
I use to give a dime, but now I don't give a damn,
Because I'm on a runaway pram,
A runaway pram, A runaway pram, A runaway runaway runway pram
You ever have a feeling that you're outside life,
No fruit, no death, no wishing you had a wife,
I was more invisible than the invisible man,
At least he had a balaclava and blue gloves on his hand, My life up till then was such a shame,
But now I'm on a runaway pram.
A runaway pram, A runaway pram, A runaway pram hahahahahaha
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