The Slits - Newtown [John Peel Bbc Radio 1 Session 1977] [*] Lyrics
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Newtown [John Peel Bbc Radio 1 Session 1977] [*]
Newtown [John Peel Bbc Radio 1 Session 1977] [*] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Newtown [John Peel Bbc Radio 1 Session 1977] [*] By The Slits?
Newtown where everybody goes around sniffing televisena
Or taking footballina Newtown Gimme another fix Oh, gimme another fix If not I'll go sick If not I'll go sick I'll be sick Morning papers will bring you something flash! Make your bones shake Keep busy your mind Newtown Gimme another fix I I I need another fix If not I'll go sick If not I'll go sick I'll be sick sick sick sick Morning in the city, Mr. Simpson is a speedin freak Taking huncholyna Or sniffing phoncallina Newtown Down town Drop down Stick around Feeling down Might be some coming out Football colors all around Dropping PC late at night Waiting for a fight Newtown Newtown where everybody goes around sniffing televisena Or taking footballina Newtown Oh gimme another fix I I I need another fix If not I'll go sick If not I'll go sick I'll be sick Newtown |
Who Wrote Newtown [John Peel Bbc Radio 1 Session 1977] [*] By The Slits?
Ariane Forster, Paloma Romero Mc Lardy, Tessa Pollitt, Viviane Katrina Albertine
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What's The Duration Of The Newtown [John Peel Bbc Radio 1 Session 1977] [*] By The Slits?The duration of Newtown [John Peel Bbc Radio 1 Session 1977] [*] is 3:28 minutes and seconds. |
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