Song Slack - Turin Brakes. I got a rifle on my back. Swinging past the birch trees. Well, I set of a bomb way back there. I don't care about nobody but me. I, no, I ain't slack. Ran back home and
Hey, yeah, hey, hey. Love, love, love, love, love. Yeah, yeah Let the(unknown)said he'd send him home. But his hope was a rope but he should have known. It's hard to understand. There was love in
vai não. Give me all your money. Give me all your *. I ain't playing games, man. Use the * name. Freddie creeping, don't know why. This a stickup, now you die. Ain't no time to stay alive
me some slack. I'm gonna hit the road again and not come back If you wanna stick around you gotta cut me some slack. I'm gonna hit the road again and not come back Woo, woo,. Woo, woo Oh mama, let
me some slack. I'm gonna hit the road again and not come back If you wanna stick around you gotta cut me some slack. I'm gonna hit the road again and not come back Woo, woo,. Woo, woo Oh mama, let