Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Those That Don't Know, artist - The Streets. Album song Computers and Blues, in the genre Date of issue: 17.03.2002
Record label: 679
Song language: English
Those That Don't Know |
| There’s those that don’t know |
| Those that don’t know that they don’t know |
| There’s those that don’t know |
| Those that don’t know that they don’t know |
| From the north to the south, from the east and west |
| London town is busy at best |
| With the kicks to the chest and the dips and the crests |
| (Fall asleep) |
| Fall asleep past your stop, creeping |
| Past 11 o clock in the morning, no dawn’s ever boring |
| Sometimes I lie in the bath 'til it’s cold |
| Nothing but a laugh to the front in the back of my soul |
| I wanna live forever, give my best guess |
| 'Cause that’s the best you’ll get is a guess, but no less |
| Smoke in the chest, hold it in, 'til it’s in your skin |
| Inhale this hardly smoke, that’s a hardy toke |
| Flip flops and your shorts or the big dogs on the porch |
| 'Til the night on the scorch, I light like a torch |
| There’s those that don’t know |
| Those that don’t know that they don’t know |
| There’s those that don’t know |
| (Two stoned) |
| Those that don’t know that they don’t know |
| Hunky dory all evening, at a 140bpm |
| 'Til it’s done sort of in the a.m. or you’ve done talkin' or it’s mayhem |
| At the cornucopia, doped up, the local shops a mere toe-tap |
| Vocal in focus on the buying your papers and fire drill |
| And the brightest shades of milk, we look a mighty shady ilk |
| Memories of a long lost eon |
| Millions of stars out there, which one might you be on? |
| It’s like Jupiter’s moon in this room get the heat on |
| I need a stencil to follow my pencil, pensive and sensing |
| Smoke in your chest, hold it in 'til it’s in your skin |
| Inhale this hardly smoke, that’s a hardy toke |
| There’s those that don’t know |
| Those that don’t know that they don’t know |
| There’s those that don’t know |
| Those that don’t know that they don’t know |
| You know me, I always detest the dawn |
| The grass always looks like it was left on the lawn |
| You talk around events and from side of your sight |
| The Benson burns, it reflects in your eyes |
| There’s those that don’t know |
| Those that don’t know that they don’t know |
| There’s those that don’t know |
| Those that don’t know that they don’t know |