worse You may as well just take me home, yeah Sometimes I don't say the right things To make you love me even more than you do Though I try, I just
a young man anymore But I've got the face of a nineteen year old Probably be a dad soon, sitting in my front room With my kids, play doe mold But I just
Mars bars And all the ravers wishin' they were back in '89 'Cause everythin' was so much better the first time Jack, jack, jack, jack your body And
Picture this, 2:30 on the hottest night in June He awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moon And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he
Morning light don't scratch my eyes Just let me wash up on a shore I used to have the strangest dreams But they don't come here anymore My duvet's laid
Well, how many times Have we rowed and thrown tantrums? And how many times have we loaded And cocked the hammers on our verbal guns? And how many times
'em time Nostradamus can't be wrong And when you least expect, everything connects Even when the hope is gone there is you And you'll keep your name And the things in your brain Just
I just can?t get enough My girl's a genius She knows all kinds of stuff Feels like my head might bust But I just can?t get enough My girl she?s luminous
know And now the tabloids use your face To document your fall from grace And then they'll tell you that That's just the way it goes That's just the way
Shes got a whole lot of disco friends, Shes got a whole lot of disco friends, Disco ladies and gentlemen, Eating their faces from the inside out, Freaky
slap me I'm feeling so mischievous Original cheeky chappy It must be ages Since I felt satisfied Just to be Just Jack And just that, still in tact Its just
make it worse, you may aswell just take me home Sometimes I don't say the right things to make you love me even more than you do. Though I try, I just
And the girls with the red lights doing tricks for Mars bars And all the ravers that wish they were back in '89 Jack jack jack jack your body Because
Picture this: two thirty on the hottest night in June He awaits for no reason and checks his watch by the moon And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes
Morning lights don't scratch my eyes Just let me wash up on the shore I used to have the strangest dreams But they don't come here anymore My duvet's
Well how many times have we rowed and thrown tantrums, and how many times have we loaded and cocked the hammers on our verbal guns, And how many times
'm not a young man anymore But i've got the face of a 19 year old Probably be a dad soon Sitting in my front room With my kids, playdoe mold But i just
When you least expect, everything connects, even when the hope is gone there is you, and you'll keep your name, and the things in your brain just might
