[Verse 1] I'm such a delicate child, you know I always said my prayers because I didn't want to die If it's all the same, at least that's what they say They're clinging on Sunday, they know it's not a game Well we're happy in the suburbs, just sucking on our spoons The people here are emptier than the surface of the moon So ground control to major tom now what a boy to do Know everything is changing, but nothing ever changes Make a home in a hunkering ditch and wait for all the clowns, to blow us all to bits Oh shit, well now look what you did Everything is glowing, everything is glowing We'll march in pairs, they're rolling up their sleeves Someone threatened someone else well someone has to bleed It's all the same, just arrogance and greed So hold onto your hatches, back down the hatches
[Chorus] Weekends follow weekends like the stations of the cross And it's not that you're unhappy, you're just happy on and off And it's nothing like the stories, that they taught you, growing up
[Verse 2] Dye your hair, and whiten up your teeth No, no one really cared for what was really underneath Oh it's all the same, just sycophants and creeps and they're not really happy, they're not really happy Oh, where did you go Did you get sick of fetching the stick The others were cautioned, but you're far too quick Record the bus at Peter and 18 roll back harrow road back past the greats to wilson green And everyone was laughing, and picking at the seats The took all their best stories through and all grilled up the seats (?) Go home, and cower in a ditch and wait for all the predators to blow us all to bits Blue screens, turn in all the cash No it's not really killing it's just pointing at a map
[Chorus] Weekends follow weekends like the stations of the cross And it's not that you're unhappy, you're just happy on and off And it's nothing like the stories, that they taught you, growing up
[Outro] So live with your parents for a while Everyone is growing so nicely, really coming along And I hope that when thirty's finally here, you can sit in your bedroom, shouting your neighbours Raise a gap with the windows and the gardens with flowers You can count on your fingers Oh there's no love in this town anymore But if you want to find love you can always go to londonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
