Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes
Moonshine washing line
They suit him fine
On the wall hung a tall mirror
On the wall hung a tall mirror
see through baby blue
Distorted view
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same
takes two to know
Two to know, two to know
Two to know
Why can't you see?
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Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
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Now he's caught
a nasty sort of person
They gave him time
Doors bang - chain gang
he hates it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same
takes two to know
Two to know, two to know
Two to know
Why can't you see?
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Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Don't do it again
my niggas
just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood
bang yo' head
'til you break yo' motherfuckin
neck for me!
Just let me give
you real street shit
to rap in yo' shit with
We clap yo' seat
we whyle this heat
Keep bouncin up
and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck!