Lyrics

I hear congratulations are in order, so to mark the big event I've ordered all of the king's horses to fuck all of the king's men As for me, I've waited days to take the girl with Bowie's eyes Out in my '04 Vauxhall Astra faster than the speed of light It gets to a point It gets to a point It gets to a point where It gets to a point Inspire an empire of disinterest, the likes they've never seen Bear the coffin on your shoulder of the European dream Spend your money on the jackets, no one notes designer jeans Hide away your self-importance lest they know that you're not keen It gets to a point It gets to a point It gets to a point where It gets to a point Let's play would you rather in the car like it's a psychometric test Would you be underrated or overrated? Faithlessness or blessed? Would you pick blood ahead of water? Pick your head ahead of heart? Would you pool our parts together or just watch me pulled apart? It gets to a point It gets to a point It gets to a point It gets to a point
Writer(s): Robert David Shields Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out