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Date of issue: 21.05.2012
Song language: English
Old Fools |
You’ve got your clukes in me |
Our legs locked at right angles |
Should scatter like pigeons |
But I’ll stay here and make sweat with you |
And kick my own guts out |
Lose a pint of self respect |
Statued and sellotaped |
Tongue-tied and desolate |
Blow unlucky eyelashes and hide the stray hairs |
Or should we just give up |
Take backward bounds and leaps |
And sit and shy shiver while |
While the latest one sleeps |
Cry from the bedroom |
Clean all the blankets |
Spend your time wishing back an act that is thankless |
And those old fools have got nothing on me |
This is a monolith |
Can’t help but struggle with |
The will and the wayward old hat ideals |
The weight of the uniform and the way that it feels |
We can’t see round it and all the while we |
Cry from the bedroom |
Clean all the blankets |
Spend your time wishing back an act that is thankless |
And those old fools have got nothing on me |
And the distance maps out like the flag of a country |
I never knew |
And hay bales with eyes half shut like sheep on sleeping pills under the blue |
Now sink down you balsa wood box in your chair like |
It was the dirt |
I’m going home to certain death, to certain death |
It doesn’t have to be this way |
It doesn’t have to be this way |
It doesn’t have to be this way |
It doesn’t have to be this way |
Cry from the bedroom |
Clean all the blankets |
Spend your time wishing back an act that is thankless |
And those old fools have got nothing on me |
Those old fools have got nothing on me |
Those old fools have got nothing on me |
Those old fools have got nothing on me |