I’m, just running away. I feel like a fool. I don’t know what happened to me,
I, just wanted to say, that I will love you love you love you from day to day.
A blue light to me. A year you have been, the person I turn to talk to,
But recently, you’re all uptight and it hurts to think that I know why.
And it’s far too good to even think about just throwing away.
Whether or not we should’s a heart to heart we’ll save for another day.
And it’s far too good to even think about just throwing away.
Whether or not we should’s a heart to heart we’ll save for another day.
We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
At the end of the day, you’ll feel lucky anyway.
Those are words, only words that I wish that I could say and know I mean them.
There’s a place that we know, it’s a place we dare to go.
There’s a house in the woods, full of leaves and trees and sunshine.
You'd think having done this song repeatedly in bars, pubs, school and random gigs alike for the better part of a year and a half... That I would be able to remember the first word... Apparently not. Enjoy ^_^ { Tags : Naive, Kooks, Jonny, Vaughan }
Laying on the grass and thinking past the words and anger in my head,
Think instead to the future, knowing all the paths are new to me. You to me. All but fucking glued to me.
Yes I have the mind and time to break down reason into rhyme,
But I don’t have the right to whine that I’ve nothing to sell.
Today’s defensive jealousy’s been out with constant rivalry,
An age of token chivalry has caused me to rebel.
Give it up, it’s for the best. Your false morals fail the test.
You are lacking the respect you need to carry on ahead.
Do not pass go, do not collect your reward and self righteousness,
It’s your brutal frightlessness that messes up instead.
Fake reverse psychology is not enough to bother me,
In fact it rather father’s me and tells me how to act.
Knowing how to rise above it all will only emphasise the fall,
It’s only infinite, something my worries lack.
Give it up, it’s for the best. Your false morals fail the test.
You are lacking the respect you need to carry on ahead.
Do not pass go, do not collect your reward and self righteousness,
It’s your brutal frightlessness that messes up instead.
I was impressed like everyone
When man began to fly
Out of earthly regions
To planets in the sky
With total media coverage
We watched the heros land
As ceremoniously
They disturbed the cosmic sand
In awe with admiration
We listened to the talk
Such pride felt they
Such joy to be
Upon the moon to walk
My romantic vision shattered
When it was explained to me
Spacemen wear old diapers
In which they shit and pee
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to there
Relieve you and believe me
Without a worry or care
If shitting is your problem
When you're out there in the stars
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to mars
They don't partake like you and i
Of beefy burger mush
Their food is specially prepared
To dissolve into slush
Absorbed by multi-fibers
In the super diaper suit
Otherwise the slush would trickle
Down inside the boot
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to there
Relieve you and believe me
Without a worry or care
If shitting is your problem
When you're out there in the stars
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to mars
You may well ask now what becomes
Of liquid they consume
A pipe is led from penis head
To a unit in the room
The water is recirculated
Filtered for re-use
In case of anti-gravity -
Pee gets on the loose
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to there
Relieve you and believe me
Without a worry or care
If shitting is your problem
When you're out there in the stars
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to mars
Wherever man has conquered
On the quest for frontiers new
(Da da da da)
I'm glad that he's always had to do
The number one and two
It makes it all so ordinary
Just like you and me
To know the greatest heroes
They had to shit and pee
The intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to there
For cosmic constipation
There's none that can compare
If shitting is your problem
When you're out there in the stars
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
The intergalactic laxative
The intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to mars
Not really a proper tune, I was just messing around with harmonics on my acoustic and thought this was kind of relaxing. I think I chucked in one or two open notes as well.
Sang it slightly different on the chorus so it'd fit in my vocal range.
Thinking of maybe adding in a harmony when I get my new mic. { Tags : Sparks, Jonny, Vaughan, Coldplay }
With greasy poker hair and a shit-eating grin, it’s a fucking wonder any girl would let you in.
Your voice is so familiar; yeah I’ve heard it all before… In movies set in London about gangsters and their wars.
You must think you’re godly, with delusions of grandeur. I guess that’s what you thought when you put your arms around her.
You must think we’re swooning over funny things you say, but you’re an ugly pasty bastard and I wish you’d go away.
Cause you’re a dick.
You’re a dick.
You’re dick and you make me quite sick.
You’re a dick.
You’re a dick.
You’re a dick, you should realise it.
Another guy I know who’d fit into this little slot, is big and bad and 10 foot tall and thinks he’s got the lot.
Abandoning his friends to go and suck up to a crowd, who’ll laugh at him and put him down when his talent runs out.
I tried to give him time to see the light and come back home, instead he said “I’ll write a song that’s really not my own”.
His eggs are in one basket and one day he’ll stumble down, his eyes will look up to the sky but I won’t be around.
Cause he’s a dick.
Yeah he’s a dick.
He’s a dick and he makes me quite sick.
He’s a dick.
He’s a dick.
He’s a dick, he should realise it.
And I couldn’t care less what you think is success.
You’re getting all wrong. I’m singing you this song
To inform you of something, you really need telling.
Have you listened so far? Do you know what you are?
And I couldn’t care less what you think is success.
You’re getting all wrong. I’m singing you this song,
To inform you of something, you really need telling.
Have you listened so far? Do you know what you are?
You’re a dick.
You’re a dick.
You’re dick and you make me quite sick.
You’re a dick.
You’re a dick.
You’re a dick, you should realise it
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