Reggae Gets Big In A Small Town - Swingin Utters

I’m expending my last energy, I feel good, though

'Cause I’m seldom seen

A perfect picture I found in a dream

I jab and move punches soft as whipped cream

I’m ripped and torn but never on the seam

I’m spitting, shitting — excreting’s tough

I’m dressed real sharp but in fisticuffs

My drinks go down, they never come up

I take the train, the verticals are much to rough

It’s a shame that I’m a powder puff

I’m feeling good I was told not to touch

Reggae gets big in a small town

What ever happened to the original sound?

Reggae gets big in a small town

I’ll tell my friends I’m leaving town

When reggae gets big in a small town

I just want to split town

When reggae gets big in a small town

I just want to leave town

I’m setting all my limits low so when I reach for the sky

I’m up to my elbows, where eagles dare?

No, I’m fucking with the crows, I’m flapping my wings

But they’re lazy and slow

I thought my cement was hardening but I was standing in cookie dough

I baked a dozen so I’d have something to throw!