I tell you this, I tell you this man
I don't know what's gonna happen
But I wanna get my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames
The fire is on the bird
Welcome all races, nationalities, cultures, religions, aliens, cats, rats and pigeons
Let's make a fortune, make some smoke
We got to get our kicks before we go
I heard that there's a storm rolling in from the bay
I hope that it washes this bad mood away
I gotta get out of bed before the end of the day
Writer(s): Ewan Maccoll, Henry James Angus
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