Motorbike - Lyrics
I, I haven’t got a clue
What I’m supposed to do tonight
There’s dishes in the sink
Your hair is in the drain
And I forgot to say
Clean up your shit
I don’t want it here
You, you think I’m dumb
And I don’t know a thing
But I’m fully aware
That love, it comes and goes
And I don’t know a thing
No I don’t know thing
So pack up your things
I don’t want you here
Hey, you’re not being loud enough
Ooo…
You, you think that I am only what I like
Well you’re right
Yeah you pull up outside
You’re on a motorbike
And I start to think
Oh bring all your shit
And get over here
And get over here
Hey, you’re not being loud enough
Dadada…
Ooo…
It's The Future, Baby - Lyrics
Coulda been ya in another world
Coulda been ya, now I'm another girl
Doo doo doo doo doo...
Doo doo doo doo doo...
Coulda seen ya in another light
Coulda seen ya, oh I'm feeling fine
Doo doo doo doo doo...
Doo doo doo doo doo...
Walking on a pretty day,
Do you feel okay?
Do you feel the same?
Sitting in a crowded room
It's not fit to you,
It's nothing to you
So you're moving on,
So you're grown up baby
You've been told that it's the future, baby
And it's the future, baby
Now I've seen it, now I've seen it all
Coulda been ya in another world
Doo doo doo doo doo...
Doo doo doo doo doo...
Walking on a pretty day,
Do you feel okay?
Do you feel the same?
Sitting in a crowded room
It's not fit to you,
It's nothing to you
So you're moving on
So you're grown up baby
You've been told that it's the future, baby
So you're moving on
So you're grown up baby
You've been told that it's the future, baby
Slugeye - Lyrics
Slugeye comes slithering in through the back door
He hates his ex but she hates him more
He calls her crazy, says she's a whore
She's a whore
Slugeye so lazy, got nowhere to be
He sips his Redstripe all through the week
He's got a secret he's tryna keep
Yeah, it's not deep
Choke me in my restless sleep
Throw me in your council bin
Who will love you, darling?
Who will love you, darling?
Screams and the news
'they're feeding your fears,
yeah fuck the government'
but nobody hears
Maybe he'll move on, maybe next year
But January's here
Choke me in my restless sleep
Throw me in your council bin
Who will love you, darling?
Who will love you, darling?
Who will love you, darling?
Who will love you, darling?