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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hearne
Hearne
Songwriter
Parle
Parle
Songwriter
Whelan
Whelan
Songwriter

Lyrics

Franco make me laugh
Cos the kids are all asleep
And the drugs begin to sing beneath my skin
And happiness takes hold like a sickness in the soul
It is Summer, it is high time we were gone
So put the children into care
Booby-trap the bedsit as you leave
Throw the dog into the Grand Canal
Scrawl your last words on some toilet door
And as you go you will be borne aloft
By ducks and flying dogs
And all the raggy dolls and amputees
Will sing about their loss
I woke up in a shoe today
I woke up with sticky hands and swollen glands and a blue dick
And all the peelers banging on about
The stain, the stain, the awful stain
The stain upon my soul
And now I'm close enough to hell to feel
The flames beneath the floor
Tell yourself another lie
Get drunk! What a guy!
So Franco make me laugh
Cos the kids are all asleep
And the drugs begin to sing beneath my skin
And happiness takes hold like a sickness in the soul
It is Summer, it is high time we were gone
I wish I was a great big kiss
I wish I was a brand new pair of pants
I was I was a fresh tattoo
I wish I was the smell of cheap perfume
But of all the rain that ever fell down upon my bones
This time is burrowed in beneath my skin
And watered down my soul
Happy as a pig in shit
Happy as a pig in shit
And Franco make me laugh
Cos the kids are all asleep
And the drugs begin to sing beneath my skin
And happiness takes hold like a sickness in the soul
It is Summer, it is high time we were gone
You're happy when the lights go out
Happy when the hand has lost control
And you're happy in the wreckage after all
Oh Happy Day
Written by: Hearne, Parle, Whelan
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