White dreads get my blood pumping
These tummy tablets got me breaking in two
Big drops make me feel like jumping
Into the laps of the privileged few
It’s become a habit, a predilection
Inventing endless tides of fiction
No
I feel so low
I should’ve learnt by now to keep my expectations
Low
Haunted by a child brittle as paper
And now my future is just a vapour
Writ in such cruel detail
I guess I shouldn’t let my train derail
It’s become a habit, a predilection
No
I feel so low
I should’ve learnt by now to keep my expectations
Low
So, so low
I should’ve learnt by now to keep my expectations
Low
So, so low
I should’ve learnt by now to keep my expectations
Low
All this suffering is all a part of being
A part of being
Making sense at all seems so Sisyphean
And I pray that my dying is freeing
All this linen makes me feel so European
It’s become a habit, a predilection
Inventing endless tides of fiction
No
I feel so low
I should’ve learnt by now to keep my expectations
Low
So, so low
I should’ve learnt by now to keep my expectations
Low
Ooh, low
I should’ve learnt by now to keep my expectations
Low
So, so low
I should’ve learnt by now to keep my expectations
Low
So low
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(I'm) Stung
It’s so straightforward Being rejected I got stung But it ain’t infected You wake me up And I go elected Well two guns [?] your career and your mates Well, …
Black Lung
Sugar, tea, and mutton, flour Clotted cream and blood and power, yeah Even dreaming makes you sour See the pearly gates from the water tower Give me sweet, sweet nothing …
Boys Don't Crash
Flaming hearts in the back of a black Mariah Now smoking darts seems to make me a pariah I’m so tired of living, but I don’t want to die Will I be forgiven …
Constant Picnic
Ooh, I swear I feel a heartbeat You put your ear to the floor, and you’re so strung out Heaven help the paparazzi When the drums of war all play out …
Edge Of The World Pt. 3
Men huddling and shouting in the dark Crying out for courage, for a spark Illuminate the glass Reflect the band of brothers as we are, as we are Who do we have to eat? …