MUSIC MONDAY: Skully & Krunk by Sad Night Dynamite

Found this tag on Read Rant Rock & Roll. This meme was created by Drew @ The Tattooed Book Geek. You pick a song that you really like and share it on Monday.

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Last week’s song: Boilermaker by Royal Blood

This week’s song: Skully & Krunk by Sad Night Dynamite

LYRICS

Walk round your city
White tip cars zoom past, so pretty
Our daughters fishing, flood down through the yards their grinning
My legs still ache, on days like this you know who’s fake
With men on roofs with guns which break our silence, with violence

If you find yourself a brain
Pour it down the fucking drain
What a waste its such a shame, no way
If you find yourself a brain
Pour it down the fucking drain
What a waste its such a shame, no way

Embargo brits in the spring time
Passed out on floats drifting to the end of the Rhine
Bonjourno does anybody have the time?
Take your baguettes and fuck to the back of the line

This town is turning just like a ghost town
Shut down its only me in the playground
This town is turning just like a ghost town
Shut down its only me in the playground

If you find yourself a brain
Pour it down the fucking drain
What a waste its such a shame, no way

If you find yourself a brain
Pour it down the fucking drain
What a waste its such a shame, no way, no way

This town is turning just like a ghost town
Shut down its only me in the playground

LYRICS

The famous Titty

Titty T-titty T-Titty Titty Titty Krunk
I don’t wanna tell you but i’m feeling your junk
Rock the boat, think the captains high
On the coast I’m a scary guy
Titty T-titty T-Titty Titty Titty Krunk
I don’t wanna tell you but i’m feeling your junk
Rock the boat, think the captains high
On the coast I’m a scary guy

Margaret, won’t you get yourself a new face-lift
I’m tired, I’ve been looking your way and your face has gone through some changes
All good though, Titty don’t care if you lose your features
No prize if you’ve got enough eyes, but your bum don’t look like two peaches

Oh my god, Krunk king God, Krunk killed God, Krunk is God

Tread the line dealer
Jesus won’t heal ya
Krunk you sick fuck they’re fat еnough creature
Only on Sunday
Gather to fеast Sundaes
Clocking the towns people go weak at the knees, (okay)
Le freak of the tower, wait in line for about an hour just to shoot
Up her skirt and take a photo, that’s girl power
See my house, yeah it’s made of fucking cake the walls the floors the halls, I’ve even got a lake
Yeah pop back evil that suffer the mind
Thinking I’m out of the light children all told that they shine
Catching the wind on a chime
Being that fat is a crime, oh well
There goes your skin stretching all over your thighs
First, you gonna tell me I lie, then you’ll go home and you’ll cry
Eat a tub of whatever suits you and ink over the dye

Titty T-titty T-Titty Titty Titty Krunk
I don’t wanna tell you but i’m feeling your junk
Rock the boat, think the captains high
On the coast I’m a scary guy
Titty T-titty T-Titty Titty Titty Krunk
I don’t wanna tell you but i’m feeling your junk
Rock the boat, think the captains high
On the coast I’m a scary guy

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