Lyrics It Gets To A Point - ONR

It Gets To A Point

I hear congratulations are in order, so to mark the big event
I’ve ordered all of the king’s horses to fuck all of the king’s men
As for me, I’ve waited days to take the girl with Bowie’s eyes
Out in my '04 Vauxhall Astra faster than the speed of light
It gets to a point
It gets to a point
It gets to a point where
It gets to a point
Inspire an empire of disinterest, the likes they’ve never seen
Bear the coffin on your shoulder of the European dream
Spend your money on the jackets, no one notes designer jeans
Hide away your self-importance lest they know that you’re not keen
It gets to a point
It gets to a point
It gets to a point where
It gets to a point
Let’s play would you rather in the car like it’s a psychometric test
Would you be underrated or overrated?
Faithlessness or blessed?
Would you pick blood ahead of water?
Pick your head ahead of heart?
Would you pool our parts together or just watch me pulled apart?
It gets to a point
It gets to a point
It gets to a point
It gets to a point