Sergeant Smythe
Sergeant Smythe - Highway Robbery songtekst
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No, not gonna pay for you to fly Cross country so you can spread a lie. I think you might as well deny The sad fact that you can't make them buy. You're a thief. Making a buck from the high hope of others. Don't come cheap. I should have never tried to get on your Mother's Waves. And there you go Rubbing your hands all the way to the bank Grinning like a Cheshire Cat smoking crank. Fistful of hundreds in a fold Tell me right now, what's your worth in gold? Place your bets. I wouldn't be too generous. Odds aren't best. I wouldn't hold your breath. Hey, you got a transfer? Well I've got a discharge for you. Open wide come inside. You wanna come round hear, yell threats? If I were you, wouldn't bother, you failed the test. You got a cold heart in your chest. What's next? I suggest cardiac arrest.