Ruff Stuff

By Gomez

On In Our Gun

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Bust up, no trust, gettin' along

Best get clean, get on

She's gone, I'm gone, ruff stuff, something's wrong

Best get clean, get on

I'm spending all her money on the best that I can buy

So I'm locked up, trussed up, shackles on

Best get clean for her

A jittery soup stuffed turkey cold cop

Best get clean for her

I'm hot and feeling funny, I'm sweating to get dry

Darling, come back

I've given up fags and drugs now baby

Darling, come back

I've had enough of the ruff stuff baby

Darling, come back

Been hanging around in smack bogs baby

Darling, come back

I've given up fags and drugs now baby

Leave ya, fever, breather

Get off, get off, get on

Feeling weak, down beat, two weeks of

"Turin Mead" hell for her

I'm sick with paranoia, it's the most that i can do

Hot meal, warm bath, on my feet

Got it beat for you

Take a look, early nights, good books

Cook and clean for you

So go and call your mother, yeah cause she's been using too

Darling...