Comet Face (Live) Lyrics
Woke up Peckham Rye at half five
Boy on the ground with his pants down
What happened to him in his past life
What happened to him in his park side
Roads were busy buses passed by
I wonder who saw me I was the last guy
Think it was Willem
He said I was headed in through the poolside
I hustled the cold keys 'til 5AM
But all I got was swept aside
Like the pesticide in your vegetables
It sounds like
Like the worries of those at the worst times
Like the worries of those at the worst times
Like the worries of those at the worst times
Like the worries of those at the worst times
Not again it's Peckham Rye at half five
Boy on the ground with his pants down
What happened to him in his past life
Spilled blood from his dome in his past time
Has it happened again
Is the skull slight
Is the gold fine
At least my nose ain't bent but my brain's fryin'
Think they asked for a light then they offered a line
Fought from some worst of men but I'm glad to decline
Must've triggered somethin' enhanced masculine
And after I squish it in self-esteem insulin
That contorts the glows at the worst times
It contorts the glows at the worst times
This contorts the glows at the worst times
It contorts the glow at the worst times
A waste of time
A waste of time
A waste of time
A waste of time
A waste of time
A waste of time
A waste of time
A waste of time
A waste
Sick
Um then I'll be quick then
I've pinched a van off work tonight
I didn't I didn't get an answer off you about the amp
I was seeing if I could just drop that
I don't know if your mum's in tonight or anyone
Just drop that 'round if that's alright