Tradjic Roundabout Lyrics by The Stone Roses

Tradjic Roundabout Lyrics

    Bitches, warlocks and their children too
    Martin Luther had nothing on you
    He had a dream, You'll have a baby maybe
    Will you cope? I don't know maybe

    Your CIA and Novocare
    They screw you up 'cause your not aware
    I've seen submission in a million eyes
    Dreamweaving habits of still telling lies

    Ah your not so gifted at all-all

    Matches basements all over the land
    Your checking pulses with Hofners in hand
    You think your richest cause...
    And nobody pays for it

    Ah your not so gifted at all-all
    Ah we're not so gifted at all-all

    Ah your not so gifted at all-all
    Ah we're not so gifted at all-all


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