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Tommy gun. You ain't happy unless you got one. Tommy gun. Ain't gonna shoot the place up just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the money. Maybe he wants to kill for his country. Whatever he
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Bài hát Tommy Gun - The Clash. Tommy gun. You ain't happy unless you got one. Tommy gun. Ain't gonna shoot the place up just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the money. Maybe he wants to kill
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Bài hát Tommy Gun - The Clash. Tommy gun. You ain't happy unless you got one. Tommy gun. Ain't gonna shoot the place up just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the money. Maybe he wants to kill
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Bài hát Tommy Gun - The Clash. Tommy gun. You ain't happy unless you got one. Tommy gun. Ain't gonna shoot the place up just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the money. Maybe he wants to kill
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Tommy gun. You ain't happy unless you got one. Tommy gun. Ain't gonna shoot the place up just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the money. Maybe he wants to kill for his country. Whatever he
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Tommy gun. You ain't happy unless you got one. Tommy gun. Ain't gonna shoot the place up just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the money. Maybe he wants to kill for his country. Whatever he
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to you?. What's happening to you? I love it, I shoot it like a Tommy gun. But you will carry on until the day you are done. You never know when to stop. You'll carry on until you're dead and drop
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lifetime without you. You must’ve ended up somebody’s angel. I remember you loving the radio. New waves, and old stones. Hey, hey little Tommy gun. I guess we’re never gonna end up the lucky ones. If I never
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. Action painter, Hitler's son. And a commie with a tommy gun. . Soily, soily. The cat in satin trousers said it's oily. Soily, soily. The cat in satin trousers said it's oily. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
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. Action painter, Hitler's son. And a commie with a tommy gun. . Soily, soily. The cat in satin trousers said it's oily. Soily, soily. The cat in satin trousers said it's oily. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
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tommy gun. He starts to growl. From way down in his throat. He bends a string. And that's all she wrote. . Well, he sings a song about a crawdad hole. He sings a song about a jelly roll. He sings
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the little girls what's what by the size of the thunder in your hands. Take a pocketful of teflon bullets, maybe 'nother tommy gun,. Gotta keep stuff movin' out the door, got a business to run. Take
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a Tommy gun. He starts to growl. From way down his throat. He bends a string. And that's all she wrote You know he's gone, gone, gone. Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole. You know he's gone, gone
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, it makes me laugh, Lord, it makes me cry. And I think for once let me just get high. Let me get electric, put a silk suit on. Turn my old guitar into a tommy gun And root-toot-shoot myself to fame
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. Know I got a tommy gun, gave one to my younger son. And we got it together. Forty-seven fifty-one you gon' hear us when we come daddy My leather so soft, my top so soft. I'll probably have it off
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want none. I'm a heart break kid, I'm a stick up kid. Bang bang, tommy gun, you're a punk ass bitch. Knocked out one punch, like a super hero. Banged up, craped out, now your back to zero. Boom bing pow
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. "From the Budweiser brew"(Dino Botz). Swinging on the cable Like I'm Tony Manaro. The ginny gang plank is the Verrazzano. Like Lucky Luciano with the tommy gun. I never leave the body till the job is
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. Creeping in the cut, with a Tommy gun. I'ma stomp on your fondue. Face looking like Scooby Doo, the groovy one. Cannibus, anthrax, paid fast, get stacks. Count racks, cash checks, and all that. Bad breath
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painter, Hitler's son. And a commie with a tommy gun Soily, soily. The cat in satin trousers said it's oily. Soily, soily. The cat in satin trousers said it's oily. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Soily, soily
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. You pull the trigger of my. Love gun, (love gun), love gun. Love gun, (love gun), love gun You can't forget me baby, don't try to lie. You'll never leave me, mama, so don't try. I'll be a gambler
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. You pull the trigger of my. Love gun, (love gun), love gun. Love gun, (love gun), love gun You can't forget me baby, don't try to lie. You'll never leave me, mama, so don't try. I'll be a gambler
