Текст песни Archy Marshall, King Krule - The Sea Liner MK 1

Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over
Fuck up the church
Fuck up the church
Fuck up the church
Fuck up the church
Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over (Fuck up the church)
Fuck yourself over (Fuck up the church)
Fuck up the church
Fuck up the church
Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over

Yo I‘d be glad to drift some more
But I‘ve a plan to hit the shore
These distant lands they need a hand to be explored
She writes to me but does not come abroad
That‘s why I guess she can‘t be my broad
I love her so but she‘ll get bored
Across this planet understood
She said my Spanish was so poor
I only know a few words, I need to learn some more
Her peace signs point to closing doors
Way up high the night descends to dawn
Alone without a thought
Caught in this acidic downpour
It's about border combat, it's a different type of war
They raise the bar to exasperate the poor
They raise the bar and close the doors
I must be up north, I must be- Bah

Fucks you round, beat up and drowns you like
This state might fuck you round, beat up and drowns you like
Fucks you round, beat up and drowns you like
This state might fuck you round, beat up and drowns you like
(Drowns) MK1
Across this planet I'll explore
They raise the bar to exasperate the poor
Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over
Fuck yourself over