Lyrics

I take a look inside the parlors empty So, I ask, is there anywhere that you like to go? It's the mystic that surrounds her enema she can't control Yeah, but at least that it's with me, she wants to roll And if she don't, nah, it will not define me I'm reaching for my coat 'Cause I'm elastic, sacrifice me for a goat I don't wake up or sleep 'Til the morning after tea Don't put me out now We're the fire, let's indulge It's the mystic that surrounds her Everyone is so astounded But I'm much too busy here So, I wish her well I'm outcast at last Last in line at the body-shop, yeah They threw me all together bits and bobs But I'm a last on the longest out of all you lot I'm never standing still, I'm always to and fro Last in the race of a running mob They shot the gun, I wasn't ready, I was robbed But lastly of course, I almost forgot ya 'Cause I'm the winner when it comes to you Eh-I don't wake up or sleep 'Til the morning after tea Don't put me out now We're the fire, let's indulge It's the mystic that surrounds her Everyone is so astounded But I'm much too busy here So, I wish her well I'm an outcast I'm an outcast (I'm outcast at last) I'm an outcast I'm an outcast I'm outcast at last
Writer(s): Daniel Neurath, Patrick Cornwall, Dylan Frost, Seamus Jack Coyle, Eric Gruener Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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