Glue Me Songtext
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Glue Me Songtext
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
(Oh)
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 five 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
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 five feet above we"
"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 five feet above we"
The crowd's 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"
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
(Oh)
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 five 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
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 five feet above we"
"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 five feet above we"
The crowd's 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"
Writer(s): Thomas Edward Bromley, Gareth David Paisey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com