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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Disco Inferno
Disco Inferno
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Crause
Ian Crause
Composer
Rob Whatley
Rob Whatley
Composer
Paul Wilmott
Paul Wilmott
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Coxon
John Coxon
Producer
Mads Bjerke
Mads Bjerke
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Debt collectors chasing me up (?) In turn for wasting your luck (?) I've got a fear of getting somewhere And where I just don't know Bad luck getting me down A gathering of soulless clowns I've got myself a habit I'm never gonna kick But I can see where its gonna end When I was young I was taught a little song I only ever sing it When things are going horribly wrong It goes take a trip to the beach (?) To see the master plan, a baby hyena and an olive branch (?) Stick it all in a fruit blender With some mottos and some lovers and a vintage fender And just to make sure you never wake up From 25 years in an office job Other people meet (?) But if I get a little something I can sleep Other people meet (?) But I just need a little something to wear to sleep Other people weep (?) But if I get a little something I can sleep She'd made it perfectly clear She didn't want me anywhere near An empty flat with the heater full on So why do i feel so cold? I keep expecting her to walk through the door The old coat not on the floor I've last read a beautiful thing in this book (?) I think that I might just turn in When I was young I was taught a little song Which I only ever use When things are going horribly wrong I need two soft arms to hold me tight From the demons that haunt me in the middle of the night Beautiful grass and a bottle of light I can't go to sleep in the dark This pesky tape recorder tried to sleep in the light (?) Cause you never ever know how you're gonna get flown (?) I've gone to sleep ...weren't/ wear it in bed (?) I keep it inside my head Other people read I just need a little something to make me sleep Other people read But if I get my little something I can sleep
Writer(s): Paul Mark Maddox (prs), Samuel Townend Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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