Going Home

Look what you've done to my figure (bigger) it was worth it Love is blind and so full of colour (vigour) and it's tragic Reading's hard and television's bigger, better Save yourself Fuck this I'm going home Fuck this I'm going home Bigger and better was fine When all we had was time And now we don't Say what you need to help you get to sleep I find tired excuses more effective than drinking milk Or counting sheep and I told you I was there when innocence died, I tried my best to give it a lifetime Now if I saw it in the street on fire I would take a seat and let the mother fucker burn Burn Bigger, better Love is blind and so full of colour, vigour Silence is golden so speak when you're spoken to or save your breath Fuck this I'm going home