Letra de Reggae Gets Big In A Small Town - Swingin' Utters

I'm expending my last energy,
I feel good, though, cuz I'm seldom seen.
A perfect picture I found in a dream
I jab and move punches soft as whipped cream,
I'm ripped and torn but never on the seam.

I'm spitting, shitting - excretings tough.
I'm dressed real sharp but in fisticuffs
My drinks go down, they never come up.
I take the train, the verticals are much to rough
It's a shame that I'm a powder puff.

I'm feeling good
I was told not to touch.
Reggae gets big in a small town.
What ever happened to the original sound.
Reggae gets big in a small town
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I'll tell my friends I'm leaving town.
When reggae gets big in a small town
I just want to split town.
When reggae gets big in a small towm
I just want to leave town.
I'm setting all my limits low so when I reach for the sky

I'm up to my elbows, where eagles dare?
No, I'm fucking with the crows,
I'm flapping my wings but they're lazy and slow.
I thought my cement was hardening but I was standing in cookie dough.

I baked a dozen so I'd have something to throw!