(Middleton) A combination of the two wort ideals that you might have well don't complain when you just concede, there's nothing left for you it's sad
Do do do do do Always on time Do do do do do Waiting in line Whatever you say Whatever you say Whatever you say Whatever Do do do do do Soda and lime
Memories are fading, a single voice complaining While days are stacking up It?s hardly worth debating, the people are frustrated Drink from poison cup
I tell you he?s a private man In a public circumstance He?s eying off an old door frame Looking for a drastic change It?s such a shame this has to end
I could not face, I could not face you Lost my place, couldn?t I fade away Feelings hide Feelings die Cannot wait to trade my place again You save face
(Powderfinger/Fanning) you've been working all you life all weekends and overtime while your trying to unwind you can't relate to the leisured life another
(Powderfinger/Fanning) At quarter to nine my plus one decides to maker her arrival i'll say what i like at the end of the night for social survival i'
Honesty is out of style So hammer in the coffin nails A message sent across to land With kisses for you We?ll tell them nothing Our little secret They
I creep around slowly and receive from the TV Signals about my life I've no dedication to my medication I'm otherwise occupied An ambitious plan to bring
A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four The Hindley Street parade shuffles to my door The hotel decor shades are always poorly sewn Twenty-
He's at you again, Ray Testing out your head space No matter what you do The money still loves you You have fallen down the stairs again You might have
You go, I feel like dropping bombs Between your eyes but not today Too slow, I feel like sinking arrows In your mind, you're all the same You don't have
Caged You hold so tight, until your knuckles show Escape As far away as you could ever know You sink them all down And watch them float up Until the
You've been working all your life All weekends and overtime While you're trying to unwind You can't relate to the leisured life Another day meanders
At quarter to nine My plus one decides to make her arrival I'll say what I like At the end of the night for social survival I'll cut you to size Then
I creep around slowly and receive from the TV signals about my life I've no dedication to my medication I'm otherwise occupied An ambitious plan to bring
Honesty is out of style So hammer in the coffin nails A message sent across to land With kisses for you We'll tell them nothing Our little secret They
