Letra de Big Moustache

Bombed out in Bombay
You got me speaking francais
Ill be sleeping all dayIf you come creeping on me
Then ill be moving with stealth
And ill be oozing with health
And ill cruising to wealth
Till im loosening my belt
And ill be proving my self
Till theres no room on my shelf for all the trophies in hell
And you can chauffeur me well
And ill be loosing my rhythm
But you′ll just get what your given
You cant be dead without living
Although you may be forgiven
For thinking opposite schisms
Take Allen's car you′ll be driven
From the lord you have striven
Long as the road remains hidden
Then you'll be blind in the dark
Till you decide to embark
That's right your picture is stark
Till you′ll be leaving your mark
Its like a whistling dame

Lets make a toast to the map
So just Don′t give me no crap
And just Don't give me no turd
I swear I give you my word
U know No sober man slurred
This flow is far from absurd
U see my vision is blurred
Well take The path of the bird
Im Flowing As the crow flies
U No I Tell you no lies
Get down u know I low lie
Although Never know why
Would ever Let it go by
Just Let it show your show shy
The feline got you tongue tied
Cloud of carbon dioxide
Making you breath in that mess
Im receiving distress
Im talking needles in flesh
So come and feed from my breast

Woke up in the morning and im feeling alright
Woke up in the morning and im feeling alright