Scratched vinyl, and a live audience
We're sat in traffic,shout your mouth off
Shot to pieces,don't just stand there
As we bubble away un-noticed
Sadly im not coin operated
Kiss and make up,same as always,again.and.again
Lets pick up whee we left off back up the celluloid has worn away

It came out of no-where,im telling you,it came out of no-where
I have it all on tape,no hero here
But im glad you asked,i want to speak my heart
But it's all been edited,it's a number game
You do the math
And ones and zeros and ones and zeros
Shut up shut up cos it's ok
In hosptail,hysterical,you shit me up
It doesn't matter
You shit me up,im derelict,help yourself,be my guest
I'll walk it off,shrug it off,sleep it off-
Just like clockwork
No hero here
It's a great idea on paper
But how are we gonna get past security?
And come away complete with our dignity?
You desicrated everything i ever said
I don't think you apoligised for anything
Apparently i'll boil my eyes out
So enough already,keep it to yourself
Emergency exit-i'am out of here


Lyrics submitted by Cam57

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