I feel it's pull, it's caressing claws
The dead end blocks, graffiti walls
It permanates, it desecrates
It looks like shit but it taste greatWhere the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, wooSee, it's clientle come straight from hell
With missing limbs and woo, some funky smells
My bacon bits were not like this
I curse the day it passed my lipsWhere the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, wooBums, bums, bums, bumsWhere the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
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Where the bums go, wooWhere the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
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Where the bums go, wooFuckin bums, yeah
Songwriters
Leiser Brian A; Morgan Hugh ThomasPublished by
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