The Primrose Path Songtext
von Jonathan Bree

This is the end of the night
No one′s on the floor
No more rad kids will spend now
No more will they pour
They're cashing up and calling cabs
We must go
The sun is about to come up
Take me home

Let′s go via Turkish cafe
They're open all night
Falafel wrapped with hummus
Baklava and a sprite


You've turned into a panda bear
We must go
The sun is about to come out
Take me home

I′ll be good to you on the primrose path
And we′ll forget I am a sociopath
I will buy you things
Cryin' Lion King
And I′ll try not break your sweet neck

I'll be good to you on the primrose path
And we′ll forget I am a sociopath
I will buy you things
Cryin' Lion King
And I′ll try not break your sweet neck
Angel