Thinking about thinking of you Some of the time thinking it was due Yeah thinking it was due. Laying back, head on the grass Children grown having some
You don't know what it's been like Meeting someone like you You don't know what it's been like Meeting someone like you You look like Jesus on a aeroplane
Doorman you got an attitude Ya like immigration in a cheaper suit You'd like nothing more than to break my face No rhyme no reason no colour or race
Gotta get in on the scene hun? Voice activate machine Got ya hair in a haircut You gotta fill up the dream You got ya finger on the pulse babe You got
Ever dance with the devil baby? Oh no Make my day Do you feel lucky? Oh no Tomorrow's another day Can you walk on water maybe? Oh no Turn water into
I've been down and I'm wondering why These little black clouds Keep walking around With me With me It wastes time And I'd rather be high Think I'll
When you think about it, He's watching every word you say, hey, dazed. And when he's sussed you out He calls her up and out she comes and hustles us
You line them up, look at your shoes, You hang names on your wall, then you shoot them all, You fly around in planes that bring you down, to meet me,
Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands, When I'm over hearing elder ladies as the rumours start to fly, Hear them in the school yard,
Wait to wake to get a ride in the rain, Buy a ticket they can check, we can claim So we don't spend what's our own, For a seat, a place to stop, A green
I'm looking good, got my shoulders back, A few more drinks, I'm up to dance, I get the eye as I lift my glass, the first time in six months, She looks
Mary Mary where you been You've been out all night You ain't got no sleep I've been dancing in the hills At a place I know She said 'and that's the
So, started with the immigration information bore, You gotta know, Gambling floor, and then to the s-tudio 54, You gotta go, Now we're leaving L.A.S
She took herself out in the car She drove herself around the block She said she's leaving me again Then she got lost I look for her out on the porch
We all face the same way, still it takes all day, I take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best, She paints her lip, greasy and thick, another
There's no mistake, I smell that smell, It's that time of year again, I can taste the air The clock's go back, railway track, Something blocks the line
Thinking back, thinking of you Summertime, think it was June Yeah think it was June Laying back, head on the grass Chewing gum, having some laughs Yeah
There's things i want there's things i think i want there's things i've had there's things i wanna have do i want the dreams the ones we're forced
