Seven hundred bastards They all want their own bed Three different courses Pretend they are dead I was away, lucky palms I was a way for them in town I was away with a new tan And I got one just in spite of them
I was away, I was away Away, away, away, away Away, away, away, away Away, away, away I was away
Virtual man Thinking the first child is his friend He had everything you want Littering plastic and being a dope
I was away, I was away I was away, away, away, away Away, away, away, away Away, away, away I was away
Always just a promise Clearly didn't want us Five chips in a looking glass Can't even describe that I was away How does it feel, man? To get in, tuck you in And carry nothing but empty bags Obviously not I would just nod But I can't stop feeling I'm God
I was away I was away I was away, away, away, away Away, away, away, away Away, away, away, away Away, I was away
Laying in a silent car Quiet electric Quiet down
Who's that with the balding earwig? Who's that with a bucket of hairspray? Who's living in a coma for silence? Who's in love with the balding earwig? I was away I was away Here's one for the confidence I hope it's benched, cos I need a friend Five seconds alone with you Five, ten, what's up with that? I was away I was away
Who's that with the balding earwig? Who's that with a bucket of hairspray? Who's living in a coma for silence? Who's in love with the balding earwig? Nicely pattern choker dance A joke key for a lamp post New down and in beautifully barefoot Fish replaced in sparkling water Four euro worth of pick 'n' mix The cousin maths rotten at badminton Tooth fairy at the florist Tattoos his suit first thing in the morning A brief encounter with the most normal I play footsie by myself Crush every paper glass with my head Bruised by the over use of eyelids
I was away, away, away, away Away, away, away, away Away, away, away, away Away, away, awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
