Young Knives

I had a day to work on a song I flicked it up and down with my thumbs The day had gone I hadn't begun I was bored I was bored Ooh Part time forever under the weather Ooh, take it or leave it better believe it I was bored I'm not one to be at a loose

Can you play your part? Did you say just a little bit more? Where the Day-Glo ends There's another one around the bend Who you play just a little bit more Breakneck, breakneck, it's plain to see Your long legs are a fantasy Your big old fish a fallac

Who are these people they are too stupid to be your real parents I've met some bone idles in my time but they really take the buiscuit. I tried to make talk to them nice I wanted them to like me yea!! But the time went by and the look in their eye sa

i got dressed up up to the nines i took a look in the mirror i wish i was thinner then everythinng would be fine at least i smell nice so come on and breathe me in whats the point? cause everybody looks famous and they've been wasting lots of time ev

Home, Home is where the house is Roads and roads of houses Roads that carry on Home, Keeps you moving forwards I think you'll walk forever Don't, follow the signs They are misguiding Despite the design This world's not fit for you Not fit for you Fit