Sick Boys — текст песни (Social Distortion)

Sick-boy, in his faded blue jeans,
Sick-boy, black leather jacket scene.
Sick-boy, he`s always in trouble
With the law don`t ya know...
Sick-boy, he carries a switch blade knife
Sick-boy, likes to get into fights.
Sick-boy, he`ll go drinkin`
With the boys all night long.
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Sick-boy, rides a big motorbike,
Sick-boy, combs his hair up just right.
Sick-boy, with tattoos up and
Down his arms, don`t ya know...
Sick-boy, he`s got a girl wrapped around
his arm,
Sick-boy, with his street-like charm.
Sick-boy, he`ll make love to her
All night long, don`t ya know...
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