Lyrics Advice - Graham Coxon

Advice

Why can’t you realise, just get more paralysed
Then get the rabble round and shoot the arrows out
Go write a new song (you're so discerning)
Fall out of my tongue (it's quite determined)
Don’t think of stopping when you see a stop sign
Just keep on playing the groovy records 'til the morning
Disjoint the pint, just shut the point
Tough break, man, it’s not enough
Completely tough, fucking enough
You mind me standing here, talk through your adenoids
They’re sharpening their knives, a pull before you rise
I wrote a new song (while I was touring)
Man, it was no fun (totally boring)
Don’t think of singing til you see the white eye
Turn up the fuzz and dull your senses 'til the morning
Why can’t you realise, just get more paralysed
I’m feeling pretty much back where I started
And it’s quite concerning me
Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning
Giving you continual advice until the morning
Someone gonna give you advice 'til the morning
Just push it to the back of my mind
Just push it to the back of my mind
Just push it to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind
Extend to the back of my mind