Jolly Roger Songtext
von M Field

Half past three
Nowhere I′d rather be
I'm tired and I′m a prisoner
To all my memories
Foam in glass
View of the TV
I hope they show the cricket highlights
Before the rugby

Tea and rusks
Elon Musk
Grammarly
The Queen's Gambit
Greenwashing
TikTok
Fire emoji
Crème Brûlée
Mmm
That's better
Sweet music


You only get one life
Something that′s brought to mind
By petals falling from the jacaranda
Order a plate of chips
Then I kiss my baby′s lips
We'll watch the thunderstorm from the veranda

A city built on gold
Oh, never gets old
If you can make it here
Then at least you made it somewhere
Make a lot of money, gotta drive everywhere
Every street′s an avenue, pollution in the air
Par for the course but the way's not fair
You gotta build yourself up
You gotta build yourself up
You gotta build yourself up
Oh, you gotta build yourself

A corporate gig in March
Stayed at the Melrose Arch
I met my baby at the Jolly Roger


Try as I might
Can′t get it right
Without you
I'm looking for a long lost tennis ball
I′m climbing over borehole water stained walls
I'm waiting in my car at a barrier boom
I'm talking to the elephant in the room