[Instrumental]
I was born with 7 hearts
Each one bigger than a
It's a cold dry morning
I got the radio on
The traffic
Ding dong, the witch is dead
she took a bullet to
Lisa from steps, she's the one with the dark hair
curled
Gentlemen, we have a problem
There's a journalist down in the
I'm going outside
not for long
but i think you need a
There are 320 giraffes
on the British mainland.
Shared around between 85
I was drinking at the BBC
When someone put ketamine in
Last night I was walking home from work across the
I give up, we're all fucked
A pile of bodies for
Waist deep in the Thames on a Sunday morning
She kissed
No one pulled your strings
No one kicked your arse
No one
Wake up, wake up baby and go home.
Rub your eyes,
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