Lyrics:
Everybody ready now.
I saw your
I saw your
I saw your mum
I saw your mum at the
Tesco carpark.
I saw your
I saw your mum
I saw your mum
I'll admit it, I'll admit it
I'm so rich
I bought a carpark just so to park in it, yeah
I'll admit, I'll admit it
Got a bitch
I walked her to my
carpark, playing music loud
Just minding
My own business im parked facing a wall
I'm the corner of the carpark
Bass pumping
Jacking up the tune bare times
just being me ay
Car-park conversions, used to heal my mind
We been way too busy, need to chill tonight
Fast Food with the slow talk always brings, us,
Hey man watch yourself round these parts
It gets fucked up after dark
You could get stabbed in Tescos carpark
Like that guy in the 90's
Hail
out of the carpark mate
All work emails can freakin' wait
Time to chill & take a break oo oo oo TERM BREAK!
With a lovely cup of tea and a cheeky slice
And, as a consequence
I've started to reverence the gods of just every day
The hillside is sunny but the carpark's empty
It seems there won't be any
part
Is all done
The dive bar is open
You got
Neon
Flashing in the carpark
Break my heart
Over and over
I got new scars
Old charm the hard part
Is all
I wanna stop building this carpark
'Cause I wanna paint the Sistine Chapel
Before I die
I wanna cease this filing
'Cause I wanna eat from a garden
chance to make an impression
Last chance to make it all come true
Live fast we make it look so good
Thats why I'm here with yous
Meet me at the carpark
I saw a witch hunt
in a carpark toilet
With my friend Dave
I saw a witch hunt
in a carpark toilet
With my friend Dave
I saw the knife turn
in
to kissing our reflections
Telling ourselves we're loved
We've come to dressing up our wounds in blood and baby teeth
We've come to falling down in carparks
And I wonder if he noticed
I noticed him noticing you
You're no different from his others
So I've been crying in carparks
Coughing up blood
Hiding from
Arkansas moonlight cheap motel
Empty carpark dead swamp smell
Late September bug's and heat
They're cooking frog's legs at Gene's across the street
bring me in
When I stepped off the boat
And I walked upon the, dry land
Slowly, to the carpark
And I jumped in, outta my mind
Outta my mind
Bring 'em in,
and real
estate
With one last wave
Ahhh, get up and run
'Cause there's a beach lies quiet near the open sea
And a carpark lay streched where the bindis
in the rain
And the car-parks going up
And they're pulling down the pubs
And it's just another bloody rainy day
Oh sweet city of my dreams
concept of geography
I wake up and I'm s'til fatigued
I'm drinking 'til I'm dead asleep
Riding high 'til I'm back home in one piece
Another carpark
Shots ring out in Paris, the bells ring out in Rome
Your photo's in the paper, boy you're getting old
Footsteps in the carpark he's the governor
her brain
Jane slaps paints on the walls of her home
Lydia sings when she thinks she's alone
Jean gets drunk and wonders home, through the carparks
of the teeve
The sky was in a darkening frame
The crowds trampling on the midden shells
Buried underneath the carpark
Where people danced and sang
He'd
Let's sing a song for all the workmen
Working on the carpark down by here
Wrecking through the tombstones and the granite
Cutting through the bone
To the nation's capital
Have to take those blindfolds off
They found her in a carpark
Lying in a trash can -
A rebel's life sure is tough
Nailing my heart
Double shifts and early starts
I spent the morning hiding in the carpark
Oh yeah, I'm so laissez-faire
Sometimes I'm not even there
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