This is the eighth track of the album "No more heroes", which was released in
1977.
Caution! This song contains offensive lyrics!
Peasant in the Big Shitty
The day is sticky yellow,
The night was so untight,
The cows go moo moo moo,
Is everything alright?
Baby digit at my face,
Who the man with the smile, Mum?
Do you like it like that?
I'm just a peasant in the Big Shitty.
I'm going real slow,
But if the light ain't real
Then there can't be a hole,
Not even some red.
Do you like it like that?
Do you like it like that?
You're not real. Oh no, you're not.
You're not real. Oh no, you're not.
You're not real. Oh no, you're not.
You're not real. Oh no, you're not.
There be a strange garlic here,
The room is full of fear,
With empty wavelength touch,
It's coming in a rush,
It's coming in a rush,
It's coming in a rush,
It's coming in a rush.
Do you like it like that?
Do you like it like that?
Do you like it like that?
Do you like it like that?
I'm just a peasant in the Big Shitty.
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