Earlimart 700-100 Lyrics

700-100 lyrics

Don't remember a thing
(Left ear a permanent ring)
You were fortunate born
From a shit-hole up north.

Caught in a crowd,
With people thinking allowed,
Your little heart is torn
From the inside out.

I was crawling back home down on my knees
While you were sleeping with heart-fever disease.
I'm hearing voices,
Mixed up messages
Of 700 more than 100.

Another kick in the ribs,
The one you'll never forget,
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But what were you hoping for
Lying down on the floor?

Making amends
Instead of washing your hands?
I'll say it in reverse so you understand.

I was crawling back home down on my knees
While you were sleeping with heart-fever disease.
I'm hearing voices,
Mixed up messages
Of 700 more than 100.

I'm hearing voices,
Mixed up messages
Of 700 more than 100.

these lyrics are submitted by kaan