Tied Down, Spit On Lyrics

Swingin' Utters Tied Down, Spit On

You better go, or you'll be stepped on with your sharpened bayonette boots you'll be long gone
You gotta go, You gotta get on with all the glory of good riches you've been brainwashed
And as for all the days and what you'll do with them, just spend some quiet time you need some rest to mend. you're getting slow, you're getting old now, you gotta run, just like you used to, you're tied down, boy, you've been tied down and spit on.