Song Lyrics

And the dashboard assembled descending height order
Half a decade of father's day, it's another thought for
Another passed on, puppy eyes, nasty reaction
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself

I learnt remedial Spanish from a toddler
Passenger's seat of father's taxi
Cussing in unison, clutching the seats
My diseased handwriting filled with a sense of great disappointment
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself

So fucking on, so fucking forth
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If your hero told you to go huff a Sharpie, what would you do?
I do not know
Every girl I ever kissed, I was thinking of a pro footballer
Thought you should know

I've learned more from toilet walls than I've learned from these words of yours
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions,
It's all in the words but I'm here for the pictures

I'm sweating off the cheap notes on my thighs
They were for your benefit, not mine

So fucking on, so fucking forth
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If we get another shape that's called functionality, what would we do?
I do not know
If it wasn't for the current U.S. policy, what would we do?

Sometimes only you'll know
We're cementing old friends, dismissing old foes
We're throwing punches and ducking blows
So la la la la la la la

Gareth David Paisey, Thomas Edward Bromley