A day of the most peculiar kind,
I never did mind,
I'm too far down the line.
All my sorrow on the gate
Powering out this bad state.
Gone back to the county line
Caught in a Peugeot 209
His motivation is not yet called upon,
He's a victim of his own crime.
I came to the turning down the drive
But never arrived,
Turned straight around.
Cold feet, cold on the ground,
Footprints could never be found.
Gone back to the county line
Caught in a Peugeot 209
His motivation is not yet called upon,
He's a victim of his own crime.
A day of the most peculiar kind,
I never did mind,
I'm too far down the line.
