Lyrics
Coal flicker candles swelling
Thoughs come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken
And cheap thoughts and cheap addresses
You're flapping then learn your lesson
She only makes that moaning when she's faking it
And fake sounds and plastic feelings
Freckles and skins all peeling
Soon comes the night when I go home
And then you're
Offering the same old things it's hair nets and safety pins
And man does the same thing she always does
It's your home brings 'em up more things
Like sitting up, singing hymns
So I will lay the table but I will not sing
I will not sing
And I go what would I do now I've got no excuse
And all this bullshit has landed in my hands
Like I don't want to talk it's not really complicated
I just don't want to talk to you
I just don't want to know
The less I know, the less I care it's just I might not say yes
I mean I won't say no I never say no
I mean I might say I might
But we all know that really means no
So I ask
And it's
Coals flicker candles swelling
Thoughts come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken
And cheap thoughts and cheap addresses
You're flapping then learn your lesson
She only makes that moaning when she's faking it
And fake sounds and plastic feelings
Freckles and skins all peeling
Soon comes the night when I go home
And then you're
Offering the same old things it's hair nets and safety pins
And man does the same thing she always does
It's your home brings 'em up more things
Like sitting up, singing hymns
So I will lay the table but I will not sing
I will not sing
Please don't make me sing
Please don't make me try
Cause I like this stuff
I like the plane
Especially with people paying
But it's all too much I don't seem to care
Must be something in this English air
Must be something that I'm doing wrong
Cause I'm always singing the same old song
I'm always breaking the same old heart
That I carry around in this soulless cart and
Coals flicker candles swelling
Thoughts come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken
And cheap thoughts and cheap addresses
You're flapping then learn your lesson
She only makes that moaning when she's faking it
And fake sounds and plastic feelings
Freckles and skins all peeling
Soon comes the night when I go home
And then you're
Offering the same old things it's hair nets and safety pins
And man does the same thing she always does
It's your home brings 'em up more things
Like sitting up, singing hymns
So I will lay the table but I will not sing
I will not sing
And you're drunk drunk
Drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a
Home brings a lot more things
Drunk drunk drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a skunk drunk
Drinking like a
Home brings a lot more things
A lot more time to sit and drink
A lot more time to play it dumb
Sitting round
Getting drunk
