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Crackerman - Lyrics by Pulp


Lyrics
Kickin' as I'm tryin' to sleep
I got the mud beaneath my shoes

Rubber band, rubberband

Gun in hand, gun in hand
I wanna use


Roamin', roamin', roam

Get away, gotta get away

And I think I think too much
I don't care, yeah and I don't care

Roamin', roamin', roam

Get away, gotta get away

And I think I think too much


Trippin' as I'm thinkin'
'
Bout a boy, his name was Sue

He's a man, he's man

Crackerman, crackerman

He's a woman too


Roamin', roamin', roam

Get away, gotta get away

And I think I think too much
I don't care, yeah and I don't care

Roamin', roamin', roam

Get away, gotta get away

And I think I think too much


And I'm thinkin'

While I'm thinkin'

And I'm thinkin'

While I'm thinkin'


Roamin', roamin', roam

Get away, gotta get away

And I think I think too much
I don't care, yeah and I don't care

Roamin', roamin', roam

Get away, gotta get away

And I think I think too much


And I'm thinkin'

While I'm thinkin'

And I'm thinkin'

While I'm thinkin'

Book: Shattered Sighs