Crowded Rooms

Golden eyebrows, these crowded rooms They talk so loud, breathe in, breathe out Don't smile They're spitting at your heels Look away, don't dance See the light where they prey on the weak Say you're the best Please don't walk this way, right now So what, I'm never gonna be like you This world you occupy in these crowded rooms West London lounge syndicate Less dinner, sons and daughters of Dracula Talking in riddles and class jigsaws I tried to talk lowbrow like pappy Spit on you from his balcony Slice of lemon cherry pie So what, I'm never gonna be like you This world you occupy in these crowded rooms Like street cell, like stick sell Like Duracell, like fuck swell Like fucking legs swell Like treat smell Like fucking trees swell Causing pain like wheat well And I tell you so many times I slice the lemon for your tea, baby So what, I'm never gonna be like you This world you occupy in these crowded rooms So what, I'm never gonna be like you This world you occupy in these crowded rooms