Lyrics:
ponies, buyin' rounds Pissed right down the loo It's 1954, I tell ya I am bloody through It's Friday night in Lanark, girls It's what we women do I like
golden coast My god, the girls you'll bed Farewell to Lanark, boys We thank you most sincere Do not cry, but it's goodbye, Time for a new frontier
On the outskirts of lanark county Out of the dirt arose a poisonous tree That bent to the earth and formed a doorway To a house made of birch, while
they'll see everything come passing by She won the Lanark Silver Bell And she stole every heart away She stood her stand at sixteen hands And I'll ride her
Sometimes I confuse my characters Sometimes I can't breathe the air in here I get lost in the dark Ask me, Gramercy or Lanark And I can tell you
Lanark Somethin's not right Are we not a people, Who stand up and fight? Why can't here be the good life they seek? Scotland is losin' three thousand
exaggerated (It's Swidom) Yo, I live the life they rap about Noughty By Nature, you know the vibes Yo Lanark Road in Edinburgh House, in a council flat,
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