Cold, flicker, candle, sweating Thoughts come of fire burning Everything you made will end up broken And cheap thoughts and cheaper dresses You flirt quick, then learn your lesson She only makes that moaning when she's faking it And fake sounds and plastic feelings Freckles and skins all peeling Soon comes the night when I go home And then you're home brings the same old things It's hair nets and safety pins A man does the same thing she always does It's your home brings a lot more things Like sitting up, singing hymns So I will lay the table but I will not sing I will not sing
And I thought what would I do? Now I've got no excuse And all this bullshit has landed in my hands Like I don't want to talk, it's not really complicated I just don't want to talk to you I just don't want to know, the less I know The less I care, which I might not say yes I mean I won't say no, I never say no I mean I might say I might But we all know that really means no, so why ask?
And it's cold, flicker, candle, sweating Thoughts come of fire burning Everything you made will end up broken And cheap thoughts and cheaper dresses You flirt quick, then learn your lesson She only makes that moaning when she's faking it And fake sounds and plastic feelings Freckles and skins all peeling Soon comes the night when I go home And then you're home brings the same old things It's hair nets and safety pins A man does the same thing she always does It's your home brings a lot more things Like sitting up, singing hymns So I will lay the table but I will not sing I will not sing Please don't make me sing Please don't make me try
Because I like this stuff, I like the playing Especially with people paying But it's all too much, I don't seem to care It must be something in this English air It must be something that I'm doing wrong Cause I'm always singing the same old song I'm always breaking the same old heart That I carry around in this soulless cart and
It's cold, flicker, candle, sweating Thoughts come of fire burning Everything you made will end up broken And cheap thoughts and cheaper dresses You flirt quick, then learn your lesson She only makes that moaning when she's faking it And fake sounds and plastic feelings Freckles and skins all peeling Soon comes the night when I go home And then you're home brings the same old things It's hair nets and safety pins A man does the same thing she always does It's your home brings a lot more things Like sitting up, singing hymns So I will lay the table but I will not sing I will not sing
And you're drunk, drunk Drinking like a skunk, drunk Drinking like a skunk, drunk Drinking like a skunk, drunk Drinking like a Home brings a lot more things Drunk, drunk, drinking like a skunk, drunk Drinking like a skunk, drunk Drinking like a Home brings a lot more things A lot more time to sit and drink A lot more time to play it dumb Sitting round and getting drunkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
