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Honour Among Theives

from You Can't Do This by My Son The Hurricane

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Honour Among Thieves

v.1
You know,
When you’re this cool, they say that you can smell
& I’m so hip that I’m the whole damn pelvis
& we’re so cool, we’re downright frigid
We’re fresher than the freezer burnt broccoli in your kitchen

& all the kids say “damn! that’s wicked”
& all the old dudes that are with it are buying tickets
& you’ve got your health
Use of your appendages
I know you’ve got it in you
I just need some fucking evidence

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Hit the ceiling
If you feelin’ what I’m feelin’

v.2
Now, your head needs to shut it
Listen to your body talk
Ligaments like licorice & open up like bottle tops
Bass pounds, brass bumps
Head nods to the sound of the bass drum

& all the ladies screaming “play another slow jam”
But right now, it’s time to tear this shit wide open
You’ve got your health
Use of your appendages
I know you’ve got it in you
I just need some fucking evidence

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from You Can't Do This, released January 1, 2011

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My Son The Hurricane Toronto, Ontario

My Son the Hurricane is a 14-piece brasshop funk beast with the mantra: anything worth doing is worth overdoing. Hailing from Niagara/Toronto, the band mixes New Orleans style grooves with funk, jazz and hiphop.

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