What the hell have I been doing?
Just what am I going to say?
Except you, angry lovers now
This time with familiar names
This time unfamiliar ground
Will I try to get them all?
Will I choose you for the comfort zone?
Waste your time with the lads
Trade body heat for porno mags
Yellow hands, black lungs, knock off fags
We lose each other's dreams
The bottom of a bottle or a bag
Blood stains on double yellow lines
Graffiti named friends of mine
Monday's child is few a friend
Your adolescence never ends
Parents, they only lie to you
Don't follow what they say
burn the whole cathedral down
Tired of propaganda dreams,
another idiot glued to a screen
Frozen to the box, too afraid to turn it off
Will I choose youth or the
or waste your time with the lads
Trade body heat for porno mags
Yellow hands, black lungs, knock off flags
We lose each other's dreams
At the bottom of a bottle or a bag
Bloodstains on double yellow lines
Graffitied names of friends of mine
Fickle music on the streets
Drum and bass replaced hip -hop beats
Everybody's waiting for the call
Sick of the old ones at the mall
Tired of wanted wonder bands
Don't believe what the papers say
Will I choose you for the
or waste your time with the lads
Trade body heat for porno mags
Yellow hands, black lungs,
We lose each other's dreams
The bottom of a bottle or a bag
Bloodstains on double yellow lines
Graffitied names, friends of mine
Or waste your time with the lads
Trade body heat for Pornomax
Yellow arms, black lungs, knock off fags
We lose each other's dreams
The bottom of a bottle or a bag
Bloodstains on double yellow lines
