Swingin' Utters Tied Down, Spit On Lyrics

You better go, or you'll be stepped on
With your sharpened bayonette boots you'll be long gone
You gotta go, you gotta get on
With all the glory of good riches you've been brainwashed

And as far as for all the days and what you'll do with them,
Just spend some quiet time you need some rest to mend,
You're getting slow,
You're getting old now,
You jump right out the quickness and your strength's gone
You gotta run, just like you used to,
You're tied down, boy, you've been tied down and spit on

And as for all the days and what you do with them
Just spend some quiet time you need some rest to mend,
Tied down and spit on

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