Текст: Los Campesinos!. Sweet Dreams Sweet Cheeks.

When the smaller picture

is the same as the bigger picture

you know that you're fucked

And you're trading paper cuts for splinters

you're out of luck



Like sharks don't sleep

and I don't take my eyes off you

The architecture's shit

and my cheeks are all ready and bruised



And it hurts as hard as a blow to the head

or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest

And sweet dreams sweet cheeks

o tomorrow o tomorrow



All these mercy killings have got my conscience spinning over (taking advantage)

And the buildings or neighborhood is lacking in soul character (Psychology montage)

We're burning five story buildings laying man traps at the fire exits

Playing feedback over tan oi systems

You look Desperate! You Look Pathetic!



And it hurts as hard as a blow to the head

or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest



And it hurts as hard as a blow to the head

or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest



And it hurts as hard as a blow to the head

or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest

And sweet dreams sweet cheeks

o tomorrow o tomorrow



(solo)



And it hurts as hard as a blow to the head

or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest

And sweet dreams sweet cheeks

o tomorrow o tomorrow



(solo)



One blink for yes Two blinks for no.

Sweet Dreams sweet cheeks we leave alone x10