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Lars Frederiksen The Bastards

Bastards play street punk rock and roll We're bad boys, yea and we're back in town with D-Hodge at the wheel and Tim A. witht he sound We're bastards

Well the light from the alleys brings warmth to the night We're meager disciples they gather in light It's time for the indignant paupers to speak This

one, yeah, two by two Yeah, three by three, yeah, four by four [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] One day, one day and it won't be long And all them fine chicks will

Like zombies in the night, she's creeping around my house. The moonlight burns my eyes, nocturnally hypnotizes. She's just a memory that's got a thirst

Marie, Marie, playing guitar On the back porch I sit in my car while she sings So sad, Marie, Marie Marie, Marie, it's so lonely In these farmlands Please

Hey you in the red dress, I know you're not trying to impress me. In line from a distance, Too scared at all to ask your name. All alone on a hot summer

your life among the light's fluorescent shine I operate right through your spine Blast in your foundation with chaos and aggression You just might like what you will

We laugh but no one's laughing We kiss and no one cares So, we shout but no one's listening So, we live like no one dares For you Well, I'll be your

with her man again Gabe and Burl and some girl went to the end of the world Looking for weed from Joe Lenihan ...Hey! This is Lars over here... and