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Art Brut

18,000 Lira 18,000 Lira 18,000 Lira 18,000 Lira Yeah, we've got guns, but they're antiques They're rusted and they're broken The Red Brigade made us

Storm brewing for a long time Don't think that I can't read the danger signs What's the matter? nothing! What's the matter? nothing! Some people like

I was your boyfriend when we were 15 It's the happiest that I've ever been Even though we didn't understand How to do much more than just hold hands

We formed a band (x4) Honey pie, I don't know when it started Just stop buying your albums from the supermarkets They only sell things that have charted And Art Brut

First time I saw her I wanted to do more than just hold her I wanted to bend her and fold her So I lent over and I told her Got myself a brand new girlfriend

myself I just can't help myself Modern art Makes me Want to rock out (x4) So I'm in the Pompidou In Paris And they're more laid back about their art

Late, Sunday evening I only just feel like eating Am I feeling unwell For what I've done, or drunk Or for someone might tell I'm gonna find it hard

Wet trousers in the washing machine, But I'd rather be damp than seen in jeans I'm grown up now, but refuse to learn That those were just adolescent

I know I can, I know I can I know I can, I know I can I know I can, I know I can I know I can, I know I can I doesn't mean that I don't love you One