I stole the bottle of gin from over the counter and ran I knew I'd been seen I scarpered stifling giggles down the street And hid round a corner on a side street I heard him huffing and the sound Of his big feet against the paving He was getting close As he rounded the corner I sighted him up down The barrel of the gun And on seeing his expression Change to one of horror and confusion Jerked back the trigger His body was jolted back by the force of the bullet And his feet flew forward I saw a bright little rivulet of blood are into the air And I slid the gun into the waistband of my trousers
Who you fuckin' lookin' at? Who the fuck you lookin' at? Who the fuck you lookin' at? Who the fuck you lookin' at?
Is there really a thing like feeling too much Can you really escape and numb the real There's a way of saying, a way of saying a shape I feel a certain shape and it's complicated It's not like a square or a circle It's like crystal or diamond It's clean, hard, unfathomable And it ends in an augmental kiss It ends in an augmental kiss
Who the fuck you lookin' at? Who the fuck you lookin' at? Who the fuck you lookin' at? Who the fuck you lookin' at?
Rock stars are not cool They're full of this guy they call Satan Kids stuff oozing from their mouths They wear the shoes of dead soldiers shot by soldiers Valium horses trotting squeezing through their raspberry blood Sometimes I feel so stupid I wanna quit Get out of it cos I hate this world and everyone in it The fat bald men who run it, the fat bald men
Who the fuck you lookin' at? Who the fuck you lookin' at? Who the fuck you lookin' at? Who the fuck you lookin' at?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.