Song Lyrics

Salt grips the road awaits his lift again street orange glow shades the odds against one
More sip a shoe a miss a shaving nick one extra kiss who's to know whatever! not up
To me not up to you swings don't swing the parks been dead for years how do you
Know the last swing weren't your last for good hard book on freaks fresh summer

Peach creased magazine sugar chocolate treat who's to know whatever! not up
To me not up to you the street's so long where she lost her pocket purse kept the last
Picture of the man she committed first cracked windscreen rain french murder play
Junk take away tired street parades who's to know whatever! whatever! not up to me

Not up to you
Not up to anything we do

Kelly Jones, Richard Mark Jones, Stuart Cable