Oh it's another weight on the soul,
The woman in her skin thirteen
And future glitters gone.
And I can't see a pattern at all,
Your nightclub shoes and broadsheet blues
And posters on the wall
Hey.
Oh you can't have my soul on a rope,
It's a Star Wars toy, in this bedroom, boy,
And that's where it's gonna stay.
And I can't stand a wartime goodbye,
So listen close and listen hard
And hear me when I say
Hey.
Oh it's another mess of a day,
I'm lifeless and I'm sick
And tired of what you've got to say.
Oh it's another waste of a day,
I'm listless and I'm so,
So bored of what you've got to say
Hey.
The woman in her skin thirteen
And future glitters gone.
And I can't see a pattern at all,
Your nightclub shoes and broadsheet blues
And posters on the wall
Hey.
Oh you can't have my soul on a rope,
It's a Star Wars toy, in this bedroom, boy,
And that's where it's gonna stay.
And I can't stand a wartime goodbye,
So listen close and listen hard
And hear me when I say
Hey.
Oh it's another mess of a day,
I'm lifeless and I'm sick
And tired of what you've got to say.
Oh it's another waste of a day,
I'm listless and I'm so,
So bored of what you've got to say
Hey.