Shael Riley
Shael Riley - Revenge Of The Mullet lyrics
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Something about his name demands the definite article. Eighties flair and light brown hair cascading from his skull. The day that he moved nextdoor, I knew I had to pack up and go. His dad and he had his eye on me, but how was I to know? When he burst into my room, The bathroom floor was a plane-wreck. It really wasn't my fault But he didn't fact-check. He chased me out of my place, wielding his replica broadsword. The shower curtain was fake. It was made of cardboard. Sunday Take a walk in the park; Monday Sit alone in the dark. If he sees me, Somethings about his way, suggests a man who won't be outfoxed Swagger wide and smile snyde American dreadlocks. God couldn't clear my name And if he could he don't wanna hear Not one question, never rest enthusiastic fear. In battle he disapears and re-appears like a ninja His flowing back-level beard blowing in the winda-a! He isn't racist at all. He wants it seperate but equal Thinks people just get along within their own people. You may, lose your way in the park. You may, bump your head in the dark. You make sense but I'm lost in a haircut.