Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glue Me, artist - Los Campesinos!. Date of issue: 28.10.2013
Song language: English
Glue Me |
| The clouds salivating |
| Drooling from the sky at the thought of the trouble to wreak |
| 'Til lightning breached their bellies |
| Caesarean section washes pigment from every street |
| And it’s high tide, as the sewers rise |
| And the drains have become obsolete |
| Seems there’s no place in this town |
| For something as pure as you seem |
| I’m diving into headers |
| Put this pretty face where the boots are flying in |
| Been bobbing rotten apples |
| Water to my waist in a shark-infested bin |
| People laugh, they will call it folly |
| But we connected like a Yeboah volley |
| I’m totting up my worth in stamps |
| But doing it in second class |
| I heard that it hurts, and I said |
| Ohhh |
| Two wrists, two wrist watches |
| Tick-tick-tocking, second hands slightly out of time |
| A constant subtle reminder |
| One of us will be gone before bells of the other chime |
| I requested a room with a view |
| In the middle of a war between me and you |
| And leave with all the dignity |
| Of missed Panenka penalty |
| And I heard that it hurts, and I said |
| I’ll be gloomy 'til they glue me |
| In the arms of she who loves me |
| She smiled at a joke, but I said |
| I’ll be gloomy 'til they glue me |
| In the arms of she who loves me |
| 'Til the rats and worms are all interned |
| At least 5 feet above we |
| Draw me like one of your fence, girls |
| Stood erect as a post, head to toe in creosote |
| We’re blocking out all the lapsed-punks |
| Listen them piss and moan, counting out major notes |
| Banned from every bar in town |
| Snooker balls, a weapon made |
| Snooker cue held upside down |
| Propelled like helicopter blade |
| I’ll be gloomy 'til they glue me |
| In the arms of she who loves me |
| She smiled at a joke, but I said |
| I’ll be gloomy 'til they glue me |
| In the arms of she who loves me |
| 'Til the rats and worms are all interned |
| At least 5 feet above we |
| The crowds celebrating |
| Drooling from each side with the thought of the trouble to wreak |
| And you hear them singing |
| In every room, from nursery to tomb |
| «Ex-boyfriend, give us a song |
| Ex-boyfriend, boyfriend, give us a song |
| Ex-boyfriend, give us a song |
| Ex-boyfriend, boyfriend, give us a song» |