ELTON JOHN - Social Disease

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    ELTON JOHN LYRICS
    
    "Social Disease"
    My bulldog is barking in the backyard
    Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
    And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
    Disturbance going to crucify my days
    
    And the days they get longer and longer
    And the nighttime is a time of little use
    For I just get ugly and older
    I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose
    
    And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
    I get bombed for dinner time and tea
    I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
    I'm a genuine example of a social disease
    
    My landlady lives in a caravan
    Well that is when she isn't in my arms
    And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
    But my liquor also helps to grease her palms
    
    And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
    And they're falling apart at the seams
    Well I just get high on tequila
    And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

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