You thrive on dancing in our laps Before the more familiar chaps And oh the curtain leads to fever We watched a womaniser cry And in the last sip you
He sank into their calculations And snorted on the stench Of their arithmetic. Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low, More trophies than ideas
When you leave us through the patient doors That rattle in you ear will be the sound of our applause raptuous, considered and due. Oh the nasty laughter
007 and Brucey Wayne Are shitting there ?selves Because there?s another name coming to claim What is his to claim 10% faster with a sturdier frame He
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though Look what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend And the last
You used to get it in your fishnets Now you only get it in your night dress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness Landed in a very common crisis
Said whos that girl there I wander what went wrong so that she had to roam the streets. She don't do major credit cards I doubt she does receipts it's
Lately I've been seeing things Belly button piercings In the sky at night When we're side by side And I don't mean to rain On anybody's cavalcade One
I wanna build you up (Brick by brick) I wanna break you down (Brick by brick) I'm gonna reconstruct (Brick by Brick) I wanna feel you love Brick by brick
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Well, I wrote my number down I never wrote it down before Was gonna bring it over like something from a film But I didn't have the
Just when things are getting complicated In the eye of the storm She flicks a red hot revelation Off the tip of her tongue It does a dozen somersaults
Break a mirror, roll the dice Run with scissors through a chip pan fire fight Go into business with a grizzly bear But just don't sit down 'cause I've
Caricatures of your wrecking ball gown In my mind all the time I wanna be in that damsel patterned alley Where you go for a smoke And sorrow slow dances
She's thunderstorms Lying on her front Up against the wall She's thunderstorms I've been feeling foolish You should try it She came and substituted The
I etched a face of a stopwatch On the back of a raindrop And did a swap for the sand in an hourglass I heard an unhappy ending It sort of sounds like
Library pictures of the quickening canoe The first of it's kind to get to the moon Draw some ellipses to chase you round the room Through curly straws
A pussyfooting setting sun Make a wish that weighs a tonne There are no handles for you to hold And no understanding where it goes Jealously in technicolor