Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baxter Dury
Vocals
Kosmo Dury
Strings
Paul White
Programming
Madelaine Hart
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Baxter Dury
Lyrics
JGrrey
Lyrics
Kosmo Dury
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Baxter Dury
Producer
David Wrench
Mixing Engineer
Paul White
Producer
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Baxter Dury, Kosmo Dury
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