All Them Witches - Bulls
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Thieves on the promenade
Down on the disco floor
Drink deep the bitter tea
I'm sleepin' through the war

Cash in the broken hands
Pockets seen better scores
I built a house like this
I'm sleepin' through the war

I'm married to my boredom
No man afraid of gore
I'm drivin' 'round my worry
I'm sleepin' through the war
Cash in the broken hands
Pockets seen better scores
I built a house like this
I'm sleepin' through the war

Bull on the back of the bus
Hands on the bench

Open the back of the bus
Hands on the bench